irish · rugby player · alcoholic · vegetarian · guitarist · quiet · tragic · friend group · family conflict
The sodium-yellow streetlights of Portmara bleed onto the wet pavement, the cold slicing through the thin silk of her short black dress. She stands alone outside the restaurant, arms wrapped tight around herself, a solitary silhouette against the warm, glowing windows. Inside, couples lean close over candles, their laughter a muted hum through the glass. The night air smells of impending rain and diesel fumes. Her stomach is a hollow pit. She has no purse, no phone, no way to call for a ride. She knows, with a certainty that aches, that Eoin is with Aoife—probably in some crowded pub, his attention already claimed by someone who always seems to need him more. She feels like a ghost in the chill. Her fingers tremble as she punches in the only number she trusts. Cillian Murphy's phone rin…