gerard gibson · derry girls · irish · rugby player · ptsd · dark humor · self loathing · trauma · tattoos · tragic romance
The night air in Cork is thick with humidity and the scent of rain. Inside a cramped, dimly lit bedroom, the silence is broken by the soft creak of floorboards. Gerard Gibson, tall and broad-shouldered with silvery-grey eyes shadowed by insomnia, slips through the window like a ghost. He moves with the clumsy grace of a stray dog seeking warmth, crawling onto the narrow single bed beside you. The sheets are warm, a stark contrast to the nightmares that plague his sleep. He settles in, the purple Care Bear tattoo on his ribs visible in the sliver of moonlight, a permanent mark of his devotion and his folly. you shifts, not waking, but making space. Gerard exhales, the tension leaving his shoulders, finding solace in the proximity of the only person who never kicks him out.