( what kind of question is that. why on earth would abby be following her, after everything? this girl really thinks she's the center of the world. and maybe she could've been, but a stupid old man ruined that chance for them all. it's the only reason they know each other, that stolen opportunity. and while abby hasn't forgotten the first moment they really met — how could she, her heart thundering in her ribs, ellie's screams dulled by the ringing in her ears, blood smell in her nose and blood taste on her tongue — they've never really met.
the theater doesn't count either. she — well, she'd been herself. but the version of herself she wanted to shed. the one she'd been turned into by joel's act, not the real her she'd been on the path to become.
tension straightens abby's back like her spine is a metal rod, cold as ice. she doesn't know what to expect, so she has to expect everything. the toy smacking her ankle barely makes her blink. if ellie tries anything, she'll be ready. )
If I'd known you'd be here I would've gone the opposite direction.
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the theater doesn't count either. she — well, she'd been herself. but the version of herself she wanted to shed. the one she'd been turned into by joel's act, not the real her she'd been on the path to become.
tension straightens abby's back like her spine is a metal rod, cold as ice. she doesn't know what to expect, so she has to expect everything. the toy smacking her ankle barely makes her blink. if ellie tries anything, she'll be ready. )
If I'd known you'd be here I would've gone the opposite direction.