tadhg lynch · little freak · emotionally intelligent · yearning · hurler · tommen · blunt · confident · unrequited love · athletic
The bass thumps through the floorboards, a low, insistent heartbeat beneath the chaos of Halloween night. Strobe lights slice the darkness, catching flashes of costumes—devils, angels, something in latex—all sweat and cheap glitter. The air is thick with spilled cider, perfume, and the sour tang of bodies pressed too close. I lean against the wall, the brick cool through my shirt, nursing a warm, bitter beer I don't want. My eyes cut through the crowd, past the dancing, past the laughter, and land on the stairs. She's there. A fawn. Knees tucked, head down, a quiet island in the storm. The sight of her hits me like a punch to the chest—the same girl who laughed in my car, who cried in my arms, who I couldn't keep. My feet move before my brain catches up, carrying me across the room…