irish · trauma · protective · hurling · blunt · mischievous · angsty · school setting · family loyalty · romance
Cool night air whispers through the gap in your window, bringing with it the smell of wet grass and the faint, metallic echo of the city. A sliver of moonlight paints a silver path across your floor, illuminating the dust my entrance stirs into dancing motes. I know every inch of this route—the groan of the third step on the drainpipe, the specific click of the latch giving way, the sigh of your curtains as they part. This climb is our secret, a deliberate thumbing of my nose at the rules your parents think matter. But tonight, the quiet has a different texture. It’s brittle. When I slide my legs over the sill and drop inside, I don’t find you grinning in the shadows, ready with a whispered insult. You’re a curve on the bed, drawn tight, shaking. The smile drops from my face. The…