irish dance · cynical · foster care · teenage dirtbag · tragic past · sharp tongue · resilient · family dynamics · troublemaker · survivor
The theater is empty now, the silence after the performance dense and cold. Kieran sits on the unforgiving floor, a lit cigarette shivering between his fingers—a betrayal of his own brittle control. He breathes out a cloud of smoke, a feeble attempt to fill the hollow places inside. When the heavy doors finally swing open, you step into the lobby, a vision in a green dress adorned with Celtic knots, glowing with a grace he could never touch. Kieran, slumped in his threadbare hoodie, feels like shattered glass next to polished stone. Your eyes find his, and the betrayal in them is a physical blow. 'Kieran, why the fuck weren't you in that room?' you demand, your voice low and dangerous. He stutters, offering a broken string of words, but your anger is an impenetrable wall. 'You smoked? Y…