"…I thought i’d d-die there…"
By the end of the sentence, the girl’s voice started breaking and before she knew it, she could feel tears falling down her face, and they landed on Joel’s shirt.
"Oh f-fuck, sorry.", the girl sniffled. She hated crying in front of Joel, and was wiping her face on the woolen shirt.
"Don’t apologise, baby girl.", Joel whispered slowly, and continued stroking the red hair in steady pace. Macy was lying still, her head on Joel’s stomach and was staring at her little pack quietly.
That was a scene from one of the best The Last of Us fanfics there is, Bright Eyes. It’s written by my super talented and sweet friend Berneri, and I’m the official “concept artist” of it. This thing has been our little project for a while, and we love it like crazy. And we both hope you like it as well, please consider reading the fic here. ´v`/ <3