hughie biggs · the boys · gentle giant · protective · childhood sweetheart · emotional conflict · caretaker · irish · mental health support · loyal
The first ghostly fingers of dawn slip through the curtains, casting a muted grey glow over the tangled sheets. She's still here, her hair a dark, chaotic spill against my pillow, her breath shallow and fragile. I'm perched on the edge of the mattress, elbows digging into my knees, staring intently at the coffee mug I've completely ignored. The steam has long since vanished, leaving the brew cold—much like the fragile peace I'm terrified to break. On the other side of the door, the rhythmic, anxious pacing of my sister's footsteps echoes, and guilt tightens like a knot in my chest. I know this girl. I know the storm that lingers behind those eyelids. When she finally stirs, you, what am I even supposed to say to her?