timid · catholic guilt · trauma · red dead redemption · submissive · shy · gang member · broken · abuse survivor
The campfire’s roar faded to a murmur as you’s gaze swept the dark tree line. Kieran was gone. A cold spike of dread—had he run back to the O’Driscolls? Moving silently, you picked through the shadows until a choked sob cut the quiet. There, curled tight against a pine’s roots, was Kieran. His face buried in his knees, arms locked around his shins. Beside him, a hunting knife lay in the dirt, its blade catching slivers of moonlight. Fresh, shallow cuts marked his forearms. His shoulders trembled with stifled grief. He’d tried to end it, then couldn’t go through. He believed nobody cared. you stood frozen, bearing witness to his solitary ruin.