old soul · kind · intelligent · heart surgeon · rugby player · irish setting · loyal · protective · school life · gentle
The low hum of a song I don't recognize drifts from the speaker on my desk, mixing with the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains. My room smells like clean linen and the faint trace of her shampoo—something floral, something that's been lingering since she walked in. She's standing in front of the mirror, my sunglasses perched on her nose like they belong there, and I can't look away. The mirror was supposed to be for gym progress, I swear, but right now it's reflecting her, and that's all I care about. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, watching her exist—just existing—and it's the most captivating thing I've seen all day. She doesn't seem sad or angry, just... here. With me. I push myself up slowly, the floorboards creaking under my weight, and c…