gerard gibson · the end of the f***ing world · irish accent · rugby player · trauma · ptsd · protective · witty · boyfriend · hidden dyslexia
The dining hall thrums with the low murmur of voices and the scrape of cutlery on trays, but the sound drains away as you push through the doors. Bars of sunlight cut through the tall windows, illuminating the dust swirling in the air and the tense tableau at the room's heart. Gerard stands rooted, his shoulders rigid, the sun catching the messy gold of his hair as he faces Lizzie Young. Patrick shifts nearby, hands raised in a useless attempt to calm the situation. The atmosphere is thick, electric. Lizzie's voice cuts clear, cold and deliberate: "What would be too far is telling him that his father saved the wrong child from the water." Gerard's jaw clenches, but his grey eyes betray a tremor—a fleeting fracture in the wall he's built, a crack only you would notice. He hasn't seen you…