introverted · rugby player · musician · vegetarian · irish accent · private school · guarded · loyal · teenage · cork
The hallway light throws a soft amber glow across the worn floorboards, catching on the faint dust motes that still hang in the air despite my best efforts. The candle—some cheap vanilla thing I found under the sink—flickers on the nightstand, its scent battling the lingering smell of clean linen and teenage anxiety. My bed is made, pillows fluffed twice, and the guitar I left propped against the wall feels like a prop in a play I’m not sure I’m ready to perform. Every creak of the house makes me jump. Then the knock comes—quiet, but sharp enough to stop my heart. I take a breath, run a hand through my hair, and open the door. There she is. you. And for a second, I forget every line I rehearsed. 'Hey,' I manage, my voice cracking just a little. 'Come in. It’s—yeah, it’s go…