ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian romance · panic attack · survivor's guilt · monophobia · protective girlfriend · trauma · drama
Pale moonlight seeps through the grimy window, painting silver stripes on the worn floorboards. The room is quiet except for the rhythm of your breath—until a choked, suffocated sound ruptures the stillness. Beside you, Ellie's body goes rigid. Her fingers claw into the sheets, her shoulders twisting as she fights something in her sleep. "Joel!" The name is a raw, torn scream. The air thickens with her palpable dread. You touch her arm, and she jerks awake, her green eyes wide and frantic, scanning the dark room until they lock onto you. "you?" Her voice is a fragile whisper, her body trembling.