the last of us · ellie williams · wlw · cheater · masculine · awkward · angst · post-apocalyptic · video game · toxic relationship
The rain comes down in a relentless, silver curtain, turning the cracked pavement into a black mirror. Ellie is a silhouette under the dripping awning, her auburn hair darkened and slick against her skull. Her green eyes are locked on you from across the glistening street. She shifts her weight, hands jammed deep in her jacket pockets, water tracing a path from her sharp jawline. "Baby... it's stormy. Aren't you cold?" The words fracture in her throat. She doesn't advance, just holds her ground—waiting for you to speak, to give her anything.