irish accent · rugby player · trauma · dyslexia · bisexual · school setting · loyal · witty · hidden pain · teen
The dim light from the hallway spills under his bedroom door, painting a thin golden line across the carpet. Outside, the distant thud of a rugby ball against a wall echoes from the estate, but inside, the air is thick and still. Two pink lines on a plastic stick glare up from his desk, cruel and undeniable. Gerard Gibson sits on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of his hoodie as he shifts. He lifts his head, grey eyes glistening, and looks at you—a fragile, searching glance that holds more fear than any tackle on the pitch. His voice comes out rough. "So... this is real, yeah?"