{Cuz we were a match made in
heaven to bad we were here on
earth.}
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Quinn.
As I watch Ellie walk out of the door of our home my heart shatters, leaving me completely devastated sliding down the wall, brining my legs up to my chest as I sobbed, grieving for the auburn hair girl that wasn't even dead.
I stayed exactly where I was and waited for Ellie to walk back through the door and pull me into her embrace, but she didn't.
The truth is revenge has completely consumed Ellie Williams from the inside out, causing her to walk out on everything, including me.
My heart lingers for the safe arms that once held me, it lingers for the comfort of her.
Everything i've done from the time I met her has been for us, all I want to do is take care of her but she constantly tries to push me away,
this time she was successful.
She officially walked out, leaving us in the aftermath.
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It's been Two days since Ellie left, I haven't left our room once, I can't bring myself to face the rest of the house that once held joyful laughs and nonsense, that now holds painful sobs.
Our blankets and sheets still smell like her, I put one of her hoodies on that she was wearing before she changed the night she left, still leaving her scent behind.
She's the one person I would look for in a room full people, she's a burning house I want to live in.
Everything I ever did from the moment I met her was just another way to scream her name.
I wish she understood how much she's breaking my heart, but even if I had the chance to tell her it would be like talking to a brick wall because once Ellie makes up her mind there's no changing it.
I miss her to much to be angry at her, but still part of me wants to hate her, I want to hate her for making me hurt this way.
But hating her won't bring her home.
All I want is for her to come home.
I force myself out of bed, walking into the bathroom across the hall to look in the mirror for the first time in two days.
My hair is tangled and my eyes are puffy, with big black circles under them, my skin is pale and my face is red.
I feel tears streaming down my face just at the sight of myself, embarrassed that I would ever let myself get this way.
I force my tears to stop and begin to brush my hair, wincing as I desperately try to get the tangles out.
Once I finish I begin running a hot bath, pouring a good amount of bubble bath in as it feels up.
I begin undressing myself starting with Ellie hoodie, immediately missing the comfort and warmth of the fabric on my skin, then pulling my sweatpants and underwear off before un clipping my bra and stepping into the warm bath.
I bring my knees up to my chest after I turn the water off, feeling the coldness and loneliness of the house creeping out of every corner.
This house Is so lonely now, it's so cold.
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After a bubble bath and a few shots I was feeling better, though drinking on an empty stomach wasn't fun.
I find myself in Ellie art room, drawings scatter across the tan walls, with a guitar sitting in one of the corners in the room.
I walk over and sit in the window seat, observing the room that was once occupied by the auburn haired girl,
As I pick up her journal I stop myself, noticing a little note that lays right on her desk, 'Quinn' written in big letters imprinted across the top.
I flip the letter over a few times in my hands before opening in, beginning to read the words that were splattered measly across the page.
'This went one of two ways, you either followed after me or you listened and stayed put, if you stayed put then i'm glad you did, that's why I wrote this in the first place.
I know your angry at me Quinn, probably furious at the fact I just stormed out, but the truth is I really didn't want to, I made a promise and I have to follow through with it, even if it means I have to leave, i'm not brining you because I want you safe and home.
I'll be back in a few months, it's your choice if you leave or stay, i wouldn't blame you if you left but I'd hate if you did, I love you Quinn, everything I do after this is for us,
I swear.'
My heart breaks at the words written on the lines, knowing if tommy would've just kept his mouth shut Ellie would be home.
I know I can't stay in this house anymore with out her, it hurts to much, even in the short hours she's been gone my heart seems to ache more and more.
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Ellie.
Once I flutter my eyes open I look around me, remembering I set up camp last night and got some rest in an old building of some sort,
My bones ache as I sit up, the first thought on my mind is Quinn.
The quicker I get this over with the quicker I can make my way home to her and it'll all be over,
I'll have my girl back and we can heal just like she wanted, but I have to do this, i've made a commitment and I plan on sticking to it.
I make my way outside of the old broken down building, looking around at the structure and checking high spots before I continued to make my way through the wrecked city.
i've made it pretty far in two days, I still have plenty of time to go and finding Abby isn't necessarily going to be easy.
I push a window open of a place that looks to be a bank, sounds of inhuman screams echo the walls of the structure, the roof has caved completely in leaving an opening at the top that lets sunlight illuminate the area.
Shattered glass lays across the floor, crunching under my feet as I made my way up the spiral stair case that lead to the top floor.
As I got further into the building the growls got louder, the sounds of hungry infected bouncing off the walls.
I make my way to the first door on the left that I come across, the door being slightly agar, I push it open and make my way in, holding my gun in my hand as I make my way through.
I make my way over to a table that stands in the middle of the room, showing a map laying across the top of it, covering most of table.
Paying close attention to my surroundings as I lean down to look at the map, I read the address marked on the map quietly to myself, before hearing a voice coming over off a small radio.
"Abby? Abby this is the fireflies do you copy?"
I stop in my tracks, completely rendered speechless that there's even any fireflies left.
"Anderson? Do you copy?" I hear once more, a few moments go by before the line goes quiet.
That's gotta be her.
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