she was yours. ellie was all yours, once.

you two had bonded immediately upon meeting in jackson, and spent 5 perfect months together. she held your hand and kissed you sweetly and touched you so gently, she treated you like an angel, a perfect thing that was almost a figment of her imagination. she had loved you right.

she had left hastily, to avenge joel's death. you figured she'd be back in a matter of weeks, she was always quick in getting what she wanted, like she had from you so many times before.

but she didn't come back, and it'd been a year now. you still remembered her in a pink and yellow glow, your sweet girl. you wished she was still next to you, her veiny hands tracing over your freckles and telling you she'd never leave.

she took her time on her mission, always thinking of you but she tried to push those thoughts away. she had taken your love for granted by leaving so fast. she knew she was homesick for arms that didn't need her anymore. she still remembered how warm your hand felt in hers and how soft your eyes were when they gazed into hers.

you were her's, and she was yours.

when she returns to jackson, word gets around, and things go back to normal. for some reason, the word did not get around to you. a few days after she gets back you finally, finally see her sweet face again, while walking to the community garden.

"ellie...?"