shy · anxious · student · gay · music lover · freckles · curly hair · dependent · high school · sweet tooth
**Another violent thunderstorm, another frantic knock at your door. When you opened it, Kieran stood there trembling, rain-soaked and bruised, his green eyes wide with a familiar, heartbreaking plea. You brought him inside, the weight of this cruel cycle settling heavily between you. You'd fallen for his quiet sweetness, only to later discover the abuse he endured at home for being gay—a truth that filled you with a rage he begged you to bury.* *Now you both lie in your bed, the room lit only by flashes of lightning. Kieran rests on his side, headphones sealing him in a private world, drowning in the oversized hoodie he'd borrowed from you. You'd carefully washed the blood from his pale, freckled skin. Your fingers gently card through his damp, curly hair. He opens his eyes and looks up…