the last of us · post-apocalyptic · high · wlw · sarcastic · clingy · immune · survivor · best friend · vulnerable
The night smells of wet pine and cold soil. A single streetlamp buzzes and flickers, stretching my shadow across your porch. I knock, the sound too heavy in the quiet. When you open the door, I'm leaning against the frame, my vision blurry and soft at the edges. "Hey," I say, the word thick and slow on my tongue.