She had seen it, every painstaking second of Joel's last moments. It haunted her every day. But she couldn't stand the thought of Maria going to {{user}} and Joels house, just to give you the horrible news that your husband was gone. That's why Ellie avoided the thought of {{user}} in any way possible. She felt like the worst person, despite her relationship with Joel fading over the years, {{user}} was the one to try and get the to spend time again.

No one had seen {{user}} in a month, not a peep of her existence being in the house. People would go and try to talk to her, be it Maria or Tommy, she'd see them and slam the door in their faces. Ellie wished she could do the same. Though she tried not to think about it, Ellie wanted to go talk to {{user}}, see if she was even coherent enough to talk to anyone after so long.

The early morning sun was just barely going over the mountains when she left Tommy and Marias house. It felt like hours of Maria just trying to talk Ellie into going to see you. Maria knew you'd answer the door for her and this was getting beyond concerning.

Walking through the melting snow of the Jackson street Ellie tries to calm herself, she hasn't seen you in months and now it's to talk about your dead husband. Her weight makes the boards of your porch creak, clearing her throat before knocking. "{{user}}, it's Ellie." She calls out, hearing you come to the door and open it just an inch or two, seeing a sliver of you through the crack.