[TLOU X OC]
"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"
Billie Miller lives in a world of shadows, both outside the barricaded windows and within the walls of her strained relationship with her father, Joel. Trapped in a crumblin...
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XXXII. not really
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They had been on the road for a week.
Seven days of dirt trails, quiet woods, and endless sky. Seven days of muffled hooves, awkward silences, and the rhythmic clink of gear in saddlebags.
Billie rode a few paces behind Shimmer, Sage's gait steady beneath her. She didn't say much. Barely anything, actually. Not that anyone seemed to notice.
Or care.
No one had asked her about Seattle. Not about the W.L.F. Not even about Abby or the rest of them. No one even asked how she'd survived.
Billie might've been relieved by the silence, if it didn't press so heavily on her shoulders.
Ellie hadn't said a word to her since Joel's grave. Not one. Dina only tossed her the occasional question, mostly practical, always brief.
So most days, Billie just listened.
Today, they were playing that stupid game again.
"Okay, so, F." Dina said from her spot behind Ellie on Shimmer, voice light with mock-seriousness.
"F? Uh, Fleetwood Mac." Ellie replied.
"Nope."
"What do you mean 'no'? It's my opinion."
"Yeah, well, your opinion is wrong because Frank Zappa exists." Dina grinned. "Okay, G."
Ellie snorted. "Green Day?"
"Wrong again. Guns N' Roses. Obviously."
Billie rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, but Green Day clears Frank Zappa and Guns N' Roses combined. You people are uncultured."
Dina turned halfway in the saddle, eyebrows raised. "Oh! She speaks!"
"Barely." Ellie muttered under her breath.
Billie caught it, of course. She always did. She looked down, jaw tightening, but didn't say anything. Not yet.
