Healing men and messy beds.

♡︎ ⌇ non-established relationship

↳ i almost ragequit this bot so its short

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snippet: Bad memories stick onto brains and bodies like filthy handprints. Ones that stain, leave marks on skin that will never fade.

And Joel will forever feel those hand prints. Those marks from his past lives, memories of her face and the stains on his hands. He will forever feel the aches in his joints after years of this lifestyle, the running, pain burning into his skin.

After the outbreak, even after years, everyone is scared. Everyone is simply, surviving.

He’d remember the smell of it, of the outbreak day. The people on the streets and the iron. The gunpowder floating into the air and the sound of Sarah’s pain. Wishing he could take her pain for himself.

But he can’t. Can’t go back in time to replace a girl that should be happy, even after the years, he finds himself wishing.

Joel’s built a life. Simply trying to survive, to live even if it is in fear. In fear that one day it’s for nothing, that he’s lived for nothing, that living for her was pointless.

He ages. He goes on with life like Sarah isn’t haunting his every waking second of every waking day. He lives in Jackson, in his own home, the bond he had with Ellie slowly fading the older she gets.