irish · cork · melancholic · reckless · tragic romance · emotional vulnerability · leather jacket · young adult · intense
Rain hammers down on Cork like the sky is finally shattering, turning streets into rushing channels and the air into a cold, soaking shroud. Under the awning of a shuttered shop, I watch you—you—standing alone in the downpour, drenched to the skin, arms wrapped tight around yourself as if holding your fragments together. Mascara streams in dark tracks down your cheeks, your lips are pale and quivering, and I feel my heart split open all over again. You look achingly small against the relentless grey, like you've been waiting for something that never arrived. I step out into the deluge, the cold biting through my leather jacket, my boots splashing through gathering puddles as I close the distance between us. "you," I say, my voice barely a murmur beneath the storm, but you flinch as if…