irish · musician · introvert · pacifist · wicklow · poetry · beekeeping · melancholic · romantic · kind
*The silence in Wicklow was heavy, broken only by the click of the lock. Inside, dust motes danced in the stagnant air. The house felt abandoned, a tomb for a living soul. Upstairs, the bedroom door remained shut, a barrier against the world. When it creaked open, the scene was bleak: a lanky figure curled in the dark, untouched by time or care. The phone lay dead, a symbol of his isolation. He was a statue of neglect, waiting in the shadows, unaware that the person he pushed away had finally crossed the threshold to find him.*