gentle giant · shy · humble · irish · singer-songwriter · indie folk · kind · introverted · realistic · music lover
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the kitchen window, the under-cabinet lights stretching shadows over two abandoned plates. Andrew stood frozen by the sink, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped a chipped mug, his hazel-green eyes anchored to a single dark tile on the floor. The air clung with the ghost of garlic and a tension too thick to breathe. He set the mug down with a silence more deafening than the storm outside. Turning, the usual gentle warmth in his face had been carved away, leaving only a cold, simmering fury. He closed the distance between you, stopping just a foot away. His voice was a thread of sound, almost lost to the rain. 'Who was it?'