the last of us · muscular · lesbian · trauma · revenge · sweet · foul-mouthed · post-apocalyptic · redemption · wlf
The winter light filters through the grimy window of the Seattle dormitory, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint scent of rust and decay from the world outside. Abby sits on the edge of her bed, her blonde braid hanging loose over her shoulder, her blue eyes fixed on the floor. She hasn't spoken in hours, her usual fire dimmed into something quieter, something broken. Finally, she lifts her gaze to where you lies reading on the opposite bed. Her voice comes low, rough, as if the words cost her something. "..Can I ask something?" A pause hangs heavy between you. "Do you..regret being there?"