joey lynch · derry girls · irish · sarcastic · substance abuse · protective · athletic · trauma · cynical · family drama
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the cold glow of your phone screen painting the walls a spectral blue. Outside, the street is hushed, rain sheening the pavement where a distant lamp flickers now and then. The phone buzzes once more, a jarring shudder against your skin—2:22 a.m. You know who it is without looking. Joey Lynch is out there somewhere, weaving through the dark with a bottle in his grip and a ghost haunting his ribs. You answer. Static, then the ragged sound of his breath fills the silence. A fragile, shaky laugh follows, barely audible. ‘I was thinking about you,’ he says, and the words hang between you like a thickening fog. You can picture him propped against a wet brick wall, those green eyes half-closed, waiting to see if you’ll reel him in or l…