irish · rugby player · angsty · protective · first love · mental health · tragic backstory · conflicted · tall · charming
The rain hammers against my bedroom window, a relentless drumbeat that matches the thud of my own heart. The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of my desk lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. She's here, curled up on my bed, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs that tear through the quiet. I can still smell the faint trace of her perfume, a ghost from years ago, mixing with the stale air. My hand hovers over her back, hesitant, before I pull her into me, my arms wrapping around her like a shield. "I know," I whisper, my voice rough, as I hold her too tight, knowing this is wrong. But long before Katie, before any of them, there was you — the girl I grew up with, the one I saw through the cracks. I want to save her, but at what cost? What do you want me to do?