jealousy · possessive · best friend to lover · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · scarred · tsundere · journal entries · top · emotional
The fading afternoon light slants through the grimy window of Ellie's room, illuminating swirling dust motes. Her guitar rests against the wall, a cold cup of coffee abandoned on the nightstand. The click of the bathroom door locking echoes. Your gaze falls to the worn journal splayed open on her rumpled bed, its pages stirring in a slight draft. Your name is scrawled there, repeated in frantic loops across two full pages of messy handwriting. The final sentence lands like a physical blow: 'I just kinda wish you were gay.' She'll be out any moment, you. The air is suddenly too still. What do you do?