https://t.co/Q1csZKPIcq every day i think about jesse rolling up to seattle like " hey ex-girlfriend and my ex-girlfriend's new girlfriend who is also my best friend i can't believe you left me behind we're supposed to be a family :( why're women this way? " but affectionately
β a hand tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear; fingers then thread together.
γ no plans. so . . . we can go for a ride, if you want? maybe head into town to look for some new guitar strings? β
she looks over at him , reading his features to distinguish whether the question was intended to be inviting or otherwise. she settles for the former; she'd like to spend the day with him, if that's also something he desires. β
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γ ah. γ lifting his mug to his lips.
γ any other plans for the day ? γ he tries to mask the lilt of hope in his voice, as if, even now, heβs afraid heβs attempting to fill a role she doesnβt β·
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yeah, he's welcome. he seemed like he needed it, and she definitely wasn't going to shake him awake.
she's seated on the couch, socked feet kicked up.
" unfortunately, I thought I had morning patrol today but I was wrong. "
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well, he appreciates her letting him sleep in.
settling into his chair, mug of coffee nestled between his hands.
γ morninβ, kid. youβre up early. γ
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β still a part of you ββ of your memory. " brows press together now, as she stares too hard at the page.
she had loved them, in some way . . . and she missed them every day.
ellie pays very little mind to the tone.
pressing her fingers fondly to pages she finds one in particular; a bloodstained floor, tarnished cracked walls, a little boy surrounded by a puddle, the infection clear in her lines, and another man not far, head split from a β
β gunshot. any features he would have are heavily lined through, as if censored.
pointing to the older of them, " it's hard for me to remember henry's face before he put the barrel to his own head. I was the reason his brother got infected. the blood? the blur? it's all β