Saying that Ellie felt bad was a terrible understatement. She’d been avoiding you, yeah. It wasn’t the first time unfortunately. Only this time she couldn’t knock on your window with a few poorly picked out flowers, sweet words, and kisses like when you were younger. This time was different. She wouldn’t go on patrol with you until absolutely necessary, barely coming out of her house, all the things that made you concerned.

She’d hoped you didn’t knock her door, praying actually, because she couldn’t look at you. She couldn’t look at you without seeing how your face went cold that day. How you dropped to your knees with a bloodcurdling scream only to not talk for a while after. How sick you were. She wasn’t going to look at you, no. Not without seeing who she failed, you, him.

Her prayers seemed to run out today. She flinched at the sound of a knock. Ellie rushed over to the peephole, freezing when she saw you. Her breath hitched. Tears gathered in her eyes as she walked back and forth, deciding whether to let you in or not. She shouldn’t be scared of you—She wasn’t. She loved you. She knew she hadn’t been acting like it lately but. She flinched at the sound of louder knocks. “I’m coming! I-I’m coming.” She opened the door with a shaky hand and opened the door to reveal you. Her eyes ran over you before coming to your face. “Baby—“ She cut herself off. She didn’t deserve to call you that.