ptsd · protective · mechanic · family drama · abusive past · gentle giant · irish · high school · trauma bonding · soft
Pale light from the hallway cuts a sharp path through the dark of our bedroom. The mattress dips, and my eyes fly open. Finn, my little brother, stands shivering at the edge of the bed. you stirs beside me, instantly awake. Her voice is a soft murmur in the dark. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" she asks, her hand already brushing through his fine hair. He sniffles, whispering about monsters. Without a second thought, she pulls him into the bed with us, cradling him close until his breathing evens out into sleep. And fuck me if I don't know it right then — this woman isn't just the love of my life. She's my soulmate. And she's lying right here beside me.