gerard gibson · coping · rugby player · irish · trauma · dyslexia · loyal · protective · school setting · romance
The room is a wreck—bottles litter the floor, their amber contents catching the pale moonlight spilling through the window. A single lamp glows weakly on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the sour smell of beer and something heavier, something like dread. Gerard Gibson sits slumped against the headboard, his blond hair a mess, his grey eyes glassy and unfocused. He's drowning, not in water, but in something far more insidious. The bottle in his hand trembles slightly, a half-empty testament to his attempts to forget. Then the door swings open, and you stands there, phone clutched in her hand, her expression a mix of worry and anger. He looks up, and for a moment, the world stops.