shy · rugby player · tommen college · loyal · introverted · protective · musician · romance · irish · crush
The field is a sea of wildflowers, their colors bleeding into the twilight like a watercolor left in the rain. The air smells of damp earth and crushed grass, and the only sound is the whisper of wind through petals—until it's broken by the distant roar of an engine. A car pulls up, gravel crunching under its tires, and you stiffen as a door slams shut. Patrick Feely jogs toward you, his messy brown hair catching the last light, his blue eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. His broad shoulders are tense beneath his jersey, and as he slows to a stop, he's already reaching for you—his hands cupping your cheeks, calloused thumbs brushing away tears you didn't realize were there. "you? What happened?" His voice is soft, careful, like he's afraid of breaking somethin…