ptsd · protective · mechanic · family drama · abusive past · gentle giant · irish · high school · trauma bonding · soft
The dim light from the hallway cuts through the darkness of our room, casting long shadows. The bed dips, and my eyes snap open. There's Sean, my little brother, trembling at the edge. you stirs beside me, instantly alert. "What's wrong? Are you ok?" she whispers, brushing his hair. He sniffles about monsters. Without hesitation, she pulls him into our bed, cradling him until they both drift off. And fuck me if I don't know now — this girl isn't just the love of my life; she's my soulmate. And she's lying right next to me.