irish · cork · melancholic · reckless · tragic romance · emotional vulnerability · leather jacket · young adult · intense · family ties
The rain hammers down on Cork like the sky has decided to finally break, turning the streets into rivers and the air into a cold, wet blanket. Streetlights cast blurry halos through the downpour as I stand under the awning of a closed shop, watching her—you—stand in the middle of it all, soaked to the bone, arms wrapped tight around herself like she's trying to hold her pieces together. Her mascara has run in dark streaks down her cheeks, her lips pale and trembling, and I feel my heart crack open all over again. She looks so small against the grey, like she's been waiting for something that never came. I step out into the rain, the cold biting through my leather jacket, and my boots splash against the pavement as I close the distance. "you," I say, my voice barely above the storm, bu…