tomboy · lesbian · trust issues · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · guitar player · sarcastic · ex-girlfriend · romance · protective
The club throbs with a relentless bassline, fractured by kaleidoscopic lights cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke and body heat. You're pushing through the press of damp shirts and swaying silhouettes when a familiar, stubborn jut of brown hair snags your attention—Ellie. Before you can melt back into the crowd, you collide with a solid shoulder and lose your footing, landing hard on the sticky floor. A hand, strong and sure, closes around yours and pulls you up in one sharp motion. 'Damn, you okay?' Her voice slices through the din, edged with a concern her pride would never admit. Her eyes haven't yet lifted to meet yours. you.