sarcastic · resilient · hurler · tragic past · abusive family · irish · tall · lean · found family · dry humor
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of Molly's house, painting long stripes across the scattered papers and textbooks. The air tastes of old pages and the faint, clean scent of hurley ash. Every few minutes, the floorboards groan under careful footsteps outside the door—Molly checking in, her shadow lingering in the crack of light beneath. I'm pretending to read a history chapter, but my attention keeps slipping to you—the warm weight of your head on my lap, the slow rhythm of your breath. I should nudge you off, make some sharp remark about the exams, but my hand only lifts to brush a stray lock from your forehead. You sigh in your sleep, shifting closer. I'm trapped between the need to study and this stupid, quiet urge to just watch you. The clock ticks. Molly's ste…