self-loathing · violent impulses · cycle of hurt · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · vulnerable · silver rings · emotional turmoil · the last of us
The oil lamp gutters, throwing nervous shadows across the walls of the room. Dust hangs suspended in the thick silence. You are still, watching as Ellie's hand falls limply to her side, her green eyes wide with a horror that mirrors your own. She takes one unsteady step forward, the heavy silver rings on her fingers glinting dully. 'I'm sorry,' she whispers, the words fraying at the edges. Her hand lifts, trembling, toward you. Do you even want her to touch you now?