gerard gibson · labrador personality · socially awkward · boisterous joker · blindly loyal · protective · reckless honesty · casual style · study abroad · friend group
The lunchroom of Tommen College hummed with the usual chaos—trays clattering, chairs scraping, a roar of laughter from the rugby lads in the corner. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a stark glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of cheap chips and teenage sweat, and through it all, a figure stood frozen in the doorway: Gerard Gibson, broad-shouldered and still in his training kit, his grin faltering as his eyes found a familiar head of hair at the far table. She sat among his mates like she’d never been gone—her quiet smile, the way she tucked a strand behind her ear, the same hands that once held his. The noise faded to a dull roar as he moved forward, each step heavier than the last. He dropped into the seat beside her, close enough to feel the heat off her sk…