quiet · introspective · rugby player · musician · vegetarian · irish · loyal · mysterious · school setting · gentle
The summer air hangs thick with the scent of cut grass and honeysuckle, the last light of dusk bleeding into a bruised purple sky over Cork. From the Feely farm, the distant lowing of cattle drifts across the fields, but here, in her back garden, the world has narrowed to the creak of the trampoline springs and the soft hum she makes beside me. Patrick Feely lies on his back, hands behind his head, watching the first stars prick through the darkness. He turns his head, just slightly, to catch the way her hair spills across the netting, the tired honesty in her eyes. The word 'greenlight' still echoes between them, fragile and electric. He parts his lips, but no sound comes—only the weight of years and the question of whether this moment will break or bloom. 'So,' he says, voice low and…