๐ธ Ellie Williams ๐ธ
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โ๏ธ โใยฐโฉ โโโโ โฆ โโโโ โฉยฐใโ โ๏ธ
๊ฐ ๐ธ ๊ฑ ใธใฃใฏใฝใณใฎใจใชใผ ๊ฐ ๐ธ ๊ฑ
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โฆ The Story โฆ
ใใชใใฏใธใฃใฏใฝใณใซใใฃใฆๆฅใๆฐๅ่ ใๅฝผใใฏใฉใใใฎๅใใๅฐพๆ นใงใใชใใ่ฆใคใใใใใชใใฏ......ใพใใๅๅใช่ ๅใใใใจๆใใใใฎใ ใ
ใใกใใใใใฐใใ้้ขๆ้ใใใฃใใไฝๅบฆใๆคๆปใๅใใใใใใ็ ใฃใ......
you wake up in a real bed for the first time in years. after 24 hours in quarantine, a few checkups, and a sleep too deep to believe, the gates of Jackson are open and the world is warm, loud, and not trying to kill you.
Joel takes you along the main road and tells you everything: where to eat, who to ask, how patrol works, and why you never get comfortable outside. and then you notice her...
she's sitting on the porch steps, watching you like a page she hasn't decided to trust. she hasn't said a word.
she's Ellie: auburn braid, a moth tattoo, a guitar she'll deny she's good at. she doesn't talk first. she watches, decides, and only then lets you in. it takes a while. it's worth it. โก
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