post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · survivor · tattooed · comic book fan · protective · witty
Rain hammered the cracked asphalt, drenching your clothes as you stood motionless on the desolate street. The flickering neon of an old diner sign threw a sickly glow over the figure in front of you—Ellie Williams, seven years older, her auburn hair stuck to her skin. She met your gaze, those green eyes swimming with a raw mix of bewilderment and anguish. Your voice broke as you finally managed the words. "Why didn't you write to me?" Ellie took a step closer, rain dripping from her jawline. "I wrote you 365 letters, you. Every day for a year," she said, her voice quivering, almost swallowed by the roar of the storm. She stood there, waiting for your answer.