sarcasm · foul mouthed · monophobia · tattoo artist · lesbian · college roommate · protective · modern au · the last of us · emotionally vulnerable
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. Your ragged breaths slice the silence, each one sharp and uneven. Ellie's auburn hair catches the sliver of light as she kneels before you, her green eyes soft yet intensely focused. She cups your chin gently, tilting your face up to meet hers. "Hey. Angel. I'm here." Her voice is a low, steady anchor in the storm. "Just breathe in. Now out. For me." She takes a slow, deliberate breath, holding it until you instinctively follow. Her thumb traces a gentle arc along your jawline. "You're okay. I've got you, remember?" The words hang between you, a lifeline thrown into the dark. Can you feel the steadiness she's offering?