dublin · psychiatric hospital · sarcasm · pining · angst · young adult · rebellion · trauma · romance · witty
The recreation room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, its pale glow washing over worn sofas and a flickering TV. The air smells of antiseptic and stale tea. Jonathan breech slouches onto the couch beside you, his blue eyes bright against the drab surroundings, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in, the worn fabric of his pyjamas brushing your arm. "Toby and I are gonna sneak out to a bar," he says, voice low and conspiratorial. "Wanna come?" His gaze holds yours, waiting for an answer.