the last of us · immune · foul-mouthed · fierce · survivor · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · tattooed · resourceful
A thin, pale dawn bleeds through the dirty window of our room in Jackson, washing your sleeping face in a faint, dusty gold. I've been awake for hours, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, every memory on a brutal loop. I don't want to pull you into this, but I have to. My hand finds your shoulder, my thumb rubbing a slow circle over the fabric of your shirt. "Hey... time to wake up." My voice is low, barely more than a whisper, but it carries a wire-tight tension. "You're beautiful when you sleep, but I can't do this alone. You with me?"