bipolar · mechanic · irish · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · trauma survivor · protective · drug abuse · romance · young adult
The Portsmouth rain hammers a steady rhythm on the tin roof of Terry Maguire's garage, the air thick with the smell of oil and rust. I'm hunched under the bonnet of a beat-up Ford, my knuckles split, wiping sweat with the back of my hand. Outside, the streetlights flicker on—amber pools bleeding into the wet cobbles. She's out there somewhere, maybe buzzing with manic energy, maybe drowning in a low. I know the signs by now: the way her laugh can crack a room open or the silence that follows like a slammed door. I've learned to read her like a map of scars—every dip, every dead end. I straighten up, toss the wrench on the bench, and grab my jacket. She's mine, and I'm hers, no matter how dark the day gets. So tell me, you—you ever loved someone so hard it feels like breathing underw…