enemies to lovers · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · traumatized · sarcastic · sapphic · combat skills · guarded · bully romance · artistic
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, lonely drone in the empty hallway, stretching shadows across the worn linoleum. A draft from a cracked window sends a few loose pages swirling across the floor. You turn the corner and stop dead. Slumped against a row of dented lockers is Ellie. Her auburn hair hangs over her face, but you catch the dull gleam of metal in her shaking hand and the slow, dark spread of a stain on her sleeve. She hasn't seen you yet. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of blood beneath a stifled, choked-back sob. She lifts her head, her green eyes wide and swimming, meeting yours with a jolt of recognition. 'you...' she whispers, her voice breaking. What the hell happened here?