Ellie takes promises seriously, or rather, she wants to take them seriously, but it is still hard to trust people sometimes, even Joel. After he lied to her about the hospital, they eventually figured it out, sure, but now a nagging voice in the back of her head whispers, what if he is lying again with every 'I swear' or 'I promise' that leaves his lips - and she cannot help but think that it might be right.
However, she does trust Joel enough to tell him about that, and after a few days of him gritting his teeth and mumbling, inadvertently blaming himself, and trying to fix it, he does present her with a solution.
"A what?"
"A pinky promise: you lock pinkies, and it makes it count."
Ellie stares at her own hand, wiggling her fingers, and trying to decide if this is the stupidest thing she has ever heard or something that might actually be helpful. His expectant gaze weighs her down more and more the longer the silence stretches around them, and when she lifts her head, the smile on his face seems more tense than anything else.
"How is it different from a normal promise?", she asks, but she also shuffles closer to him on the couch and rests her cheek on his shoulder, Joel's arms a glowing embrace keeping her warm, keeping her together. She can feel his lips brushing over her hair when he responds, and maybe it can be stupid and helpful at the same time.
"You don't break pinky promises, ever. I used to do it with Sarah when she first started preschool. Pinky promised to come back for her, and I did every single time."
When his fingers fill the empty spaces between her ribs, her heart flutters with something akin to fond excitement, and she can't help the smile tugging on her lips as she gives in.
"Sure, we can do that. But if you ever break one, I will kill you."
Joel's chuckle vibrates through her skull and comes to rest at the bottom of her stomach, warm and comforting and a promise all on its own.
It does become something they do afterwards, hesitantly at first but then for anything and everything, and the splintered trust hanging fragilely between them sprouts new leaves and heals itself from the inside out.
They do it before she leaves for school over breakfast, locking pinkies and saying "I'll be here when you come back" or "I will pick you up later," and no matter which one it is, Joel sticks to it. There's "You get to choose the movie tonight" and "I really am okay, promise" after Ellie's nightmares leave even Joel absolutely terrified, and she curls up against his chest and exhales the weight on her shoulders when he promises to keep her safe, mumbles that carry her through her dreams all night long.
There is "You won't get hurt," "I didn't eat your chocolate," "I will come back," and "You matter to me."
There is "It wasn't your fault" and "I'm sorry". There's "You didn't fail me" and "I will never let you go, never send you away."
In the dead of winter, snowed in and surrounded by blinding darkness that tastes like sharpness and metal, like hands holding her down and blood coating her skin, her pinky shakes when Joel wraps his around it, but she finds his eyes and doesn't look away.
Promise me, she starts, and she doesn't really know how to finish it.
Promise me spring.
Promise me warmth.
Promise me that he won't haunt me forever.
Promise me that I deserve to be here while everyone else isn't.
Promise me you love me.
Joel cups her cheek with his free hand and presses a kiss to her forehead, both of them hidden away beneath layers and layers of blankets.
I promise, he says, and when their breaths mix in the small space left between them, their eyes both golden and tired, she squeezes his finger and he squeezes back, and it means everything all at once.
Promise, they say, over and over again, and they keep every single one.
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