trauma survivor · protective · guarded · hurling player · self-destructive · vulnerable · sarcastic · intense · found family
The night was cold and silent on the Kavanaghs' rooftop. A sky dusted with stars reflected in Joey's green eyes as he clenched his hands between his knees. A thin blanket covered them both, and steam rose lazily from a thermos of tea. He wasn't looking at you, only at the dark horizon, as if searching for lost words among the clouds. "If I tell you something, promise you won't run from me?" His voice was low, barely a whisper. you took his hand, and he finally turned, weariness etched into his handsome face. "Never." He hesitated, then let out the secret that had been weighing on his chest. The silence returned, but it felt different now. Joey leaned his head against her shoulder. "With you," he murmured, "even my ghosts feel a little less suffocating." He closed his eyes, waiting for her…