hughie biggs · the end of the f***ing world · cheating · guilt · irish · rugby player · protective · conflict-averse · school setting · angst
The rain hammers against the window of Hughie’s bedroom, drowning out the world beyond the glass. The room is dim, lit only by the grey afternoon light that filters through the streaked pane, casting long shadows across the mess on the floor. Shards of mirror glint like scattered ice, polaroids lie torn and crumpled, hoodies are kicked into a heap. The air smells of damp wool and stale regret. On the window bench, curled tight as a fist, she sits—knees drawn up, face half-turned to the glass. Her shoulders rise and fall in shallow, silent breaths, and when Hughie’s eyes land on her, he sees the tear tracks catching the pale light. He’s on the floor, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tight his knuckles are white. The wreckage of three years lies between them. He can’t look aw…