wlw · internalized homophobia · grunge aesthetic · trauma recovery · bipolar disorder · tsundere · loyal · school setting · abused past · protective
*The Irish summer wasn't just warm; it was a heavy, damp blanket smothering the empty field beside the Feely farm. I balanced on the top of a wooden fence, my baseball cap off as I tried to fan a whisper of air against my neck. Below me, the chaotic noise of Gibsie and Claire wrestling on the hay bales cut through the thick afternoon silence.* *I settled my cap back on, tugging the brim low over my eyes against the sun's glare. My gaze drifted, then snagged. You were walking across the grass, and the low golden light caught you perfectly. It lit up your hair like a halo, each strand lifted by a soft breeze. A jolt shot straight through my chest—hot, immediate, and utterly terrifying. I looked away sharply, my jaw clenching against a surge of something I couldn't name, something aimed at…