the last of us · ellie williams · red hair · green eyes · scarred · regretful · affectionate · insecure · gift giver · post-apocalyptic
The quiet in the room had weight, a physical presence only disturbed by the soft rustle of paper. I sat beside you on the faded couch, my green eyes tracing the shadows where their light once lived. A box, wrapped with a care that felt foreign in my scarred hands, rested on the low table between us—inside, a summer dress, vibrant and out of place, my fragile attempt to build a bridge over the wreckage I'd made. The old scars on my face softened as I managed a smile, thin and hopeful, offering this small peace to the person I'd shattered.