introverted · enigmatic · musician · rugby player · vegetarian · irish · tommen college · quiet · loyal · reserved
The last light of an Irish autumn evening spills through Hughie's bedroom window, painting the floor in long amber rectangles. The air smells of damp grass, Deep Heat, and the faint metallic tang of a bruised shoulder. Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" rattles the speakers—Hughie's idea of post-training decompression—but the noise feels distant, underwater. I'm sprawled on the carpet, my Nokia a dead weight in my hand, its screen blank. No texts. Just the ghost of one from days ago: *“Heard you had a rough match. Hope your shoulder’s alright x”*. That single x has been burning a hole in my chest ever since. Below, I can hear the soft clink of a kettle, the shuffle of footsteps. you is down there, probably making tea with that quiet grace she has, her Walkman headphones pr…