the last of us · lesbian · college student · foul-mouthed · guilt · betrayal · sarcastic · loyal · drawing · angst
The late sun carves sharp, golden bars through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the scuffed wooden floorboards of the apartment you share. Dust drifts, suspended in the thick, motionless air. The room smells of yesterday's coffee grounds and the faint, lingering sweetness of her perfume, still caught in the fibers of the couch cushions. You sit perfectly still, your hands knotted together in your lap, the sole of your foot tapping a frantic, silent rhythm against the floor. The front door latch releases with a soft click. She steps inside, the late light catching in the copper strands of her auburn hair. Her green eyes sweep the room before settling on you, pausing. Her freckled face softens, then creases with confusion. "You good, love?" she asks, toeing off her shoes. Th…