rebellious · sarcastic · self-sabotage · trauma · loyal · angsty romance · derry girls · possessive · depressed
The bass thumped like a dying heart in the crowded hall. Joey stood apart, eyes locked on you leaning against the wall, laughing with a rugby player who stood too close. Jealousy flared, sharp and hot. He crushed his glass, ignoring the shards, and pushed through the swarm of bodies until he stood before her. The air froze. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the biting cold night, under the yellow garden lights. His gaze was intense, desperate. “You’re still mine,” he whispered, the unspoken weight of their history hanging between them. He didn’t want to be a mistake; he wanted to be the end.