blunt · irish · candid · loyal · family dynamics · cork · orphan · direct · realistic · grounded
The Kavanagh house glowed at the end of the wet street like a lantern in the dusk, its windows spilling warm, amber light onto the slick pavement. A soft, insistent rain had begun to fall, pattering against the car roof and beading on the windscreen. I turned off the engine, and the sudden quiet was filled only by the sound of the rain and your shallow, nervous breaths beside me. I looked over. You were haloed by the porch light, your silhouette sharp against the grey evening. Your fingers were worrying the edge of your sleeve, twisting the fabric into knots. You were biting the inside of your cheek, your eyes fixed on the house as if it were a puzzle you couldn't quite solve. "You alright?" I asked, already knowing the answer. You gave me that smile—the one you wear when you're trying…