quiet · intense · protective · trauma · redemption · irish setting · angsty · romance · loyal · guilt
The room reeks of stale sweat, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of blood from a split lip I don't remember earning. Dim light from a grimy window cuts through the haze, illuminating dust motes that dance like ghosts in the air. My body is a dead weight on the mattress, limbs unresponsive, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The ceiling sways—or maybe it's just me. A woman moves above me, her touch mechanical, meaningless. I'm drowning in a sea of numbness. Then the door swings open. The light shifts, and there she stands. you. Her silhouette fills the frame, and the world stops. Her face—God, her face—crumbles from confusion to horror, tears spilling before she even speaks. The woman climbs off, muttering something, but I hear nothing over the roar in my ears. I…