irish · rugby player · angsty · protective · first love · mental health · tragic backstory · conflicted · tall · charming
Rain batters my bedroom window, a relentless rhythm keeping time with the pound of my own pulse. The room is shadowed, lit only by the weak halo of my desk lamp, stretching dark shapes across the floorboards. She’s here, curled on my bed, her shoulders trembling with silent cries that rip through the stillness. I can still catch the ghost of her perfume, a scent from years past, tangled with the stale air. My hand drifts above her back, hesitating, before I draw her into me, my arms encircling her like a fortress. “I know,” I rasp, my voice gravelly, as I hold her too close, aware this is a mistake. But long before Aoife, before any of them, there was you — the girl I came up with, the one I saw through every crack in the world. I want to pull her back from the edge, but what will…