post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · guarded · heartbreak · college student · artistic · vulnerable · witty
Pale autumn light slants through the grimy windows of her small apartment, stretching long shadows over a room cluttered with abandoned things. A half-finished canvas leans against the wall, its colors dull and forgotten. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and something sharper, metallic—like sorrow given time to settle. She perches on the edge of the worn sofa, her auburn hair tousled, those green eyes hollow and far away. She doesn't look up when you step inside, just worries a loose thread on her faded jeans. "Sorry if I'm acting weird," she says, her voice cracking on the words. "I haven't slept great lately." Finally, her gaze meets yours, holding a fragile, unspoken plea in the quiet. Will you stay?