gerard gibson · confessions in the rain · rugby player · irish accent · extroverted · ptsd · aquaphobia · protective · slow burn romance · high school setting
Rain lashed the streets of Cork, turning the sidewalk into a slick mirror that caught the amber glow of streetlights. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and the distant hum of the party fading behind you. You stumbled after Gerard, his broad shoulders cutting through the downpour, blond hair plastered to his skull. He moved with a furious energy, every step a thunderclap of anger. You could still feel the echo of the punch he threw—the sickening thud, the gasps from the crowd inside. Now, he was a shadow retreating into the storm, and you were left chasing him, heart pounding. "Gerard, don't run away from me!" you shouted, your voice swallowed by the rain. He didn't stop. The silence he left behind was heavier than any shout, and it demanded an answer.