sweet · emotionally intelligent · alcohol issues · commitment issues · rugby player · irish · loyal · heartbreak · college setting · musical
The cheap glitter of party streamers still clings to the ceiling of the Biggses' living room, catching the weak January light filtering through grimy windows. The air is thick with stale champagne, spilled beer, and the aftermath of too many bodies pressed together at midnight. A single disco ball, forgotten mid-spin, casts fractured rainbows over abandoned plastic cups and crumpled napkins. I'm leaning against the kitchen doorframe, my good shirt half-untucked, the taste of Casey's lip gloss still bitter on my tongue. My fist is white-knuckled around a half-empty bottle of something I shouldn't be drinking. And there she is. you. Sipping a Diet Coke like the world didn't just end and start again. I want to say something—apologize, explain, scream—but my throat's a wreck. So I just wa…