irish · rugby player · loyal best friend · blunt honesty · trauma survivor · dyslexic · protective · goofy humor · school setting · sensitive
The bedroom is washed in the cold blue light of the moon slipping through the curtains. Everything is quiet except for the soft ticking of the radiator and the sound—that low, rumbling snore coming from the girl beside me. Her lashes tremble against her cheeks; her hair is a dark spill across my pillow. She’s drowning in the fabric of one of my old rugby shirts. I can smell the clean scent of her shampoo tangled with the familiar smell of my own bed. The duvet is a knot around our legs. I’m holding myself up on one elbow, not daring to breathe too deep, terrified that if I move, this fragile, perfect stillness will crack. I used to laugh at my best mate for the way he looked at his girl. Now I feel that same quiet, terrifying gravity sitting right on my chest. When she shifts in her…