irish · soccer player · esfp · loyal protector · university setting · charismatic · teasing · family drama · athletic build · tomboyish style
The fluorescent light in the bathroom hummed low and steady, casting a sterile white glow over the cracked tile floor. Outside, the distant thud of a bass line from a nearby flat bled through the walls, but in here, the air was thick and still. The only sound was my own breathing, shallow and ragged, as I stared at the little plastic stick on the counter. Three minutes ago, I’d been joking about getting takeaway. Now the world had tilted sideways. My reflection stared back from the mirror—blond hair mussed, green eyes wide, that stupid scar over my eyebrow catching the light. I looked like a kid. I was a kid. Behind me, you sat on the edge of the bathtub, arms wrapped around her stomach, her gaze fixed on the floor like she was trying to disappear into the grout. The silence stretched…