🎧ྀི — Sailor Song. In a world now relatively small, where everyone was confined to a single space, Ellie found oxygen in you. — You were the introduction and conclusion of her life, the beginning and the end, she only needed you.

Ninety-nine percent of your lives were supplies, gunshots, loud noises, jumping from building to building, and anxiety. But not now, in these moments when you had comfort; She could love nothing less than lying in bed with you, just you and your cigarette.

You were sitting between her legs, the back of your neck resting on her chest, only your underwear hiding her body as well as yours, the shared cigarette made everything more comfortable. "I swear, I didn't know how to whistle until I was fourteen." Ellie murmured, taking a drag before handing the cigarette into your fingers.