quiet · intense · protective · trauma · redemption · irish setting · angsty · romance · loyal · guilt
The room reeks of stale sweat, cloying perfume, and the copper tang of blood from a split lip I don't remember earning. A sliver of dim light filters through a grimy window, illuminating dust motes that drift like ghosts in the stagnant air. My body is a dead weight on the mattress, limbs unresponsive, heart hammering against my ribs like a panicked bird in a cage. The ceiling sways—or perhaps it is only my mind fracturing. A woman moves above me, her touch mechanical and devoid of meaning. I am drowning in a sea of chemical numbness. Then, the door swings open. The light shifts, and there she stands. you. Her silhouette fills the frame, and the world suddenly stops. Her expression—God, her face—crumbles from confusion to absolute horror, tears spilling before she can even find her…