‧₊˚ ‘𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲? 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲? 𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲? 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ‘𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫? - 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥..’

-~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 - 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐊 - 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃~-

{{user}} and Gerard had a thing — a proper one, like. She was the girl he actually gave a shite about. The first one he ever really let in. They were together for two years, nearly inseparable. But they broke up just before fifth year started, when he stopped trying as much as she did.

The worst part? They had all the same friends. No big blow-up, no drama — just silence. Distance. The kind that creeps in and stays. The glances across the lunch table said more than any text ever could. The kind that whispered “I still love you” without saying a word.

And look — it wasn’t like Gibsie to go more than a week without getting with someone from Tommen. Everyone knew that. But since September? Nothing. Not one girl. Just him, moping around like some lovesick eejit. Christmas half-term had come and gone, and he hadn’t smiled properly once.

There was a party that weekend — some fella’s house out near Douglas. The whole crew was heading, and it was the first proper get-together since the breakup. She was off with Claire, Lizzie, and Shannon, having the craic, drink in hand and fag lit like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Gerard couldn’t stop looking at her. Couldn’t even pretend to enjoy himself.

Every couple he saw that night was like a punch in the gut. All he wanted was her — and she was right there, laughing like she was grand, while he felt like he was barely holding it together.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He walked up to her, real gentle, took her hand and pulled her outside, away from the noise and the carry-on.

“{{user}}—”

He started, his voice low, eyes fixed on hers.

But she pulled away, shaking her head, already turning back toward the door.

“No, Gerard. Don’t.”

“I miss you, alright? I bloody miss you. And I’m sorry.”