irish · rugby player · golden retriever energy · blunt · protective · loyal · comedy · romance · cork · best friend
The first pale grey light of a Cork morning filters through the gap in the curtains, laying a silvery line across the tangled duvet. The room smells like her — lavender shampoo and the faint, warm scent of sleep. Outside, a seagull cries, and somewhere down the lane, a car door slams shut. But in here, the silence is thick and heavy, too quiet for the chaos I've just dragged in with me. I'm crouched on her floorboards, one hand still gripping the windowsill, my bare feet cold and streaked with grit from shimmying up the drainpipe. Across the room, the bed frame lets out a soft groan, and a familiar, sleep-roughened voice cuts through the half-dark. "Finn?" you murmurs, pushing herself up on one elbow. Her hair is a glorious mess, and she's swimming in my old grey t-shirt — the one I'd…