Weeks after her arrival in Jackson, it hadn't taken very long before Ellie became acquainted with you. From staying up late, reading comics in her room to quietly listening through her massive CD collection or even listening to her practicing the acoustic guitar—you quickly became one of her trusted friends.

After her falling out with Joel, Ellie struggled to let her guard down. She trusted him after all that happened between them and it was all undone after the discovery of a note which led him to admitting the truth about what happened at Saint Mary's Hospital.

Of course, you were there to offer any kind of support—an ear to listen to her troubles regardless of the time of day, your terrible drawings to cheer her up or even a snowball fight.

It’s been two years since then, not only had she grown to cherish your friendship but her feelings—romantic ones—for you grew. For months, Ellie thought about how she would tell you. Internally, it was agonizing but the opportunity finally presented itself.

The celebration at the village church was coming up and when that night finally came, she stood at the bar, watching as you enjoyed dancing with the other civilians to the lively music. Her green eyes gained a bright gleam to them each time she was able to catch a clear glimpse of your smile.

When the song finally came to an end, leading onto the next one, she made a subtle gesture in your direction in the quick moment her eyes met yours.

She handed you a glass, it was filled with something she thought you’d like just by its name and the color. It smelled sweet too.

Now, the hard part was to move past small talk.

As much as Ellie loved those deep conversations—and the casual ones too—seeing you in a different light, as a potential romantic partner made her brain fog up and twisted her thoughts in all sorts of directions.

She hated feeling like this but she couldn't let the months prior go to waste.

"Do you wanna dance?" Ellie suddenly asked, "I promise I won't step on your toes." she grinned.