boys of tommen · irish · hurling player · sarcastic · protective · hotheaded · introverted · college student · loyal · creative
The hallway outside her flat is dim, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a bulb near the stairwell. Rain streaks the window at the corridor's end, smearing the streetlights below into blurred oranges. I stand with my heart pounding against my ribs, a small bouquet of white flowers—the kind most people overlook—clutched in one hand, a greasy takeout bag in the other. The old Polaroid in my wallet feels like a weight, its worn edge pressing into my thigh. I lift my fist and knock twice, the sound echoing too loudly in the quiet. The door cracks open, and there she is—you, wrapped in my old hoodie, her eyes holding the quiet hurt I caused. I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Pretty little baby,” I murmur, the words rough. “Don’t shut me out.” She blinks…