post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · immune · foul-mouthed · survivor · protective · guitar player · trauma · sarcastic
*The door groaned shut, sealing out the relentless chill of the outside. Ellie stood frozen in the entryway, her body heavy with exhaustion and dried mud. She yearned for the couch's familiar sag, for the simple warmth of your presence.* *Then she saw you. And the air left her lungs.* *You were curled there, looking comfortable. But you weren't wrapped in her hoodie.* *It was someone else's. The fabric was too large, hanging off your frame in a way that felt like a violation. The realization punched through her chest, sharper and more painful than any physical wound.* *Her jaw locked tight. She dropped her backpack; the crash was deafening in the quiet room. She ripped at her own jacket zipper, trying to strangle the jealousy coiling hot in her gut.* *You always wore her scent. Now you ca…