lullabbi
aodhan gibson x fia flaherty.
male gibson oc x mute fem oc.
this is not a story about perfect people.
for the love of everything good, do π§π¨π read it like it is.
this is a story about two kids who were given childhoods that should have killed them.
heavy, bloody, too big for their bodies. childhoods that never let them actually be kids at all.
one is trying to look in the mirror and recognize the boy staring back.
the other has spent her whole life being quiet, and is now learning that surviving is not the same thing as living.
neither of them is here to save the other.
that is not how healing works.
that is not how love works.
instead they meet in the wreckage.
in the middle of the end of the world.
between accountability and forgiveness, between grief that eats you whole and a hope so small you have to squint to see it, between all the silence they have lived in and the one person who finally hears it.
some stories begin with love.
this one begins with rubble.
with sirens and secrets and apologies that come too late.
this one begins with two people deciding, despite everything that has ever hurt them, to try to become better anyway.
and sometimes, when it only feels like the world is ending,
that choice is the bravest thing you can do.