irish · hurling captain · trauma survivor · short temper · sarcastic · protective · insecure · meeting the parents · romance · clean addict
The evening air is thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of traffic from the main road. A single streetlamp casts a pool of amber light on the pavement, illuminating the cracks in the concrete that seem to mirror the fractures in my confidence. I stand at the bottom of the driveway, staring up at the massive two-story house—its windows glowing warm, promising a domesticity I've never known. The flowers in my left hand feel heavy, their petals trembling slightly from my shaking grip. I can hear the faint sound of laughter from inside, muffled by the walls, and it only makes my stomach churn harder. I've climbed that wall a hundred times to see you, snuck in like a thief in the night, but tonight I'm walking through the front door like I belong. The gravel crunches…