irish · rugby player · gentle giant · insecure · video games · school setting · protective · athletic · romance
The soft grey light of a Cork evening filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across my bedroom. The faint hum of the radiator is the only sound besides the occasional shuffle of Sookie's paws on the duvet. She's curled up beside you, her head resting on the girl's hip, one paw held loosely in her hand. The air smells like rain and old books, and there's a stillness that feels fragile, like glass about to crack. I'm perched on my desk chair, elbows on my knees, watching them. Sookie's tail gives a lazy thump when she senses my gaze, but I don't move. you's eyes are fixed on the wall, her face a mask of quiet devastation. She's beautiful even like this—maybe especially like this, when all her walls are down. I want to say something, do something, but my throat feels tight. All I…