#₁₀. [ 𝐓̲ ]𝗁𝖾 ‚̲ \ LAST OF US ﹞ : 𝙰𝚁𝙲 𝚇 ¿.

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✮        \        ₁₀.        [ 𝐓̲ ]𝗁𝖾   ‚̲　\       LAST      OF      US        ﹞       :        𝙰𝚁𝙲 𝚇       ¿        ...        ₂₀₃₃.       [ 𝐒̲ ]𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀  ‚̲        \       WYOMING         ﹞        :         𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍        ¿.

jackson afforded her a domesticity so rare that even her life pre-outbreak could not have anticipated.        no longer does she have an iron grip on the trigger of her gun,        — - NO LONGER DOES CASSANDRA HAUNT HER WAKING NIGHTMARES.        no longer is her face plastered on every person she kills.        now,        she wakes to the sounds of birds chirping and spends her mornings tending to the earth        — -        for this,        𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀.        [       a yearning to make more life than she took       — -       a desperate inclination for growth and renewal.       ]

with all the years that have passed,        there was no expectation to once again cross paths with joel.        it was a thought that crossed her mind,       of course,        but she never let it linger long enough.        THERE IS PAIN IN MEMORY.        to see him now,        after all she’s been through without him,        after how much she’s grown...        a trickle of indignation runs down her throat.        a remembrance of the unyielding fortress surrounding his tired heart,        the very same one she tried to break down years ago.        (       a begging to be understood        — -        a begging to be loved       ). 

✮        \        [ 𝐈̲ ]       NEED   ‚̲　A       FATHER         ﹞       :        𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳       ¿        ...        ᴬ ᴹᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ   ‚̲       𝗶       need   ‚̲         𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋        ᴬᴺᴰ        WISER BEING        𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜   ‚̲         𝙸    𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺    𝚃𝙾    𝙶𝙾𝙳    𝙱𝚄𝚃    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚂𝙺𝚈    𝙸𝚂    𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈.         ¿.

their reunion was bittersweet.        filled with anecdotes of time long past and moments almost forgotten.        joel stood in the city center to what almost seemed like his downfall,        𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎𝘩 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤?        an exhale,        IT WAS ALLIE.        they talk.        she jests on the alarming presence of wrinkles on his face,        (       𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎       ).        he retorts by commenting on the length of her hair,        (       why do you insist on taking care of others,        but not yourself?       ).        it is the simple pleasantries,        nowhere yet prepared to address all the words said in boston        — -        all the pain they’ve carried. 

...        ₀₀.       [ 𝑊̲ ]𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇  ‚̲　\       @imunities         ﹞        :         𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽        ¿.   

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺,        and it doesn’t take a genius to see what they’ve built        — -        what trust and familial pattern forms their bond.        this girl is what allie wanted to be for joel eighteen years ago.        she observes them,        for a while.        magnetic blue crescents gaze back and forth,        from father to daughter.        an unfamiliar constriction on her jaw suddenly present.        however,        just as the greens began to grow once more,        TIME HAS HEALED HER WOUNDS.        perhaps not completely,        but enough to edge her close to the girl        — -        a hand extended offering freshly dried persimmons from her garden.        (       a gesture of warmth in an otherwise winter storm       ).        ❛        TRY THESE,        not to brag but these are the best persimmon's you'll ever taste in your life.        ❜