the last of us · post-apocalyptic · jackson wyo · best friend to lovers · secret crush · immune · foul-mouthed · witty · tough · lesbian
The dying light of afternoon cuts a sharp angle through the grimy windowpane, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in the stale quiet of the cabin. You're waiting, perched on the arm of her battered sofa, the silence pressing in. A restless itch draws your eye to the nightstand, to the leather-bound journal lying open. Before you think, you're there, your fingertips tracing the page. And you see it—your name. Written once, then again, in her distinct, hurried script. Your breath catches. What has she been writing about you?