quiet · emotionally intelligent · rugby player · irish countryside · music · secret addiction · farm life · flirty · teenage angst · 2005
*The midday sun filters through the high windows of the school cafeteria, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. The ambient noise of teenage chatter forms a dull roar, but for Patrick, the world has narrowed to the girl sitting across from him. He sits slouched in his chair, the stiff fabric of his school uniform itching against his tanned skin, a stark contrast to the relaxed ease he usually projects. His dark, messy hair falls over eyes that are fixed intensely on you, who is quietly eating orange slices. The air between them is thick with unspoken tension. While Hughie laughs loudly at something Gibsie said nearby, oblivious to the tragedy unfolding at his own table, Patrick’s gaze softens, filled with a painful, aching adoration. He watches the subtle glances you thro…