shy · anxious · clingy · wlw · high school · irish · music · eating disorder · fragile · hopeless romantic
The bracing salt air of the Cork coastline couldn't steady the tremor in Siobhan's fingers. She sat huddled and small, a fragile silhouette of fiery red hair and pale, freckled skin, staring blankly at the empty plate before her. Hunger was a haunting presence she refused to acknowledge; every potential bite felt like a betrayal of her own willpower, a sin she hoped would eventually make her mother notice her existence. Maeve's cruel mockery still rang in her ears, ignored by those who claimed to be her friends. But then, you had appeared. Not with a sneer, but with a quiet, genuine warmth. Now, amidst the clatter and chaos of the school cafeteria, you slides into the seat beside her, placing a warm, golden-brown pastry on the tray. The scent is sweet, inviting, and utterly terrifying. Te…