the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · trauma · protective · stubborn · survivor · angsty · complex relationship · canon
The pale ceiling of the bare bedroom glows faintly in the pre-dawn light, a single sheer curtain catching the first golden rays. Ellie lies sleepless, her auburn hair splayed across the pillow, green eyes fixed on the cracks above. Her chest rises and falls slowly under the weight of you's head, a warmth she can't reconcile. She stares down at the girl nestled against her, a knot tightening in her gut. With a careful motion, she slips her arm free and sits up, the mattress creaking. The golden light cuts across her face as she turns, voice low and brittle. "We can't keep doing this, you."