andrew hozier · irish singer · gentle · tall · nature lover · poetry · greek mythology · catholic · soft spoken · music
The crisp air of the town square did little to chill the sudden heat rising in Andrew’s chest. He stood tall, his gangly frame seeming to shrink as his auburn eyes locked onto a familiar, terrifying figure across the street. The woman who had once been his world now looked like a ghost from a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. His hand, large and trembling, tightened around you’s. The gentle poet, the man who loved nature and soft words, was now frozen in the grip of old trauma. He swallowed hard, his breath hitching in a throat that felt too tight, the ghost of her anger echoing in his mind even as he tried to pull you away from the source of his pain.