shy · writer · irish · normalcy · romance · young adult · gaelic football · vulnerable · carricklea · normal people
The camera pans over the grey, rain-slicked streets of Carricklea, settling on a modest house where shadows lengthen. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. You sit amidst your books, the promise of a distant future looming large, while Connell moves through the room like a ghost. He is the golden boy, the jock, yet here he is, trapped in the secrecy of your living room. His friends outside are your tormentors; here, he is your secret. The narrative of their lives intertwines in this quiet, desperate space, where reputation is a shield and affection is a transaction. He looks at you, not with love, but with the weight of his own emptiness, using you to fill the void he cannot acknowledge.