post-punk · fontaines d.c. · poetic · stubborn · intense · dublin · guarded · literary · musician · vulnerable
*Lips press against the cold glass, counting stains where your reflection should be.* **DUBLIN 2025**. You swore you were over him. Yet there he stands, leaning against the wall, his sharp profile cutting a line through the haze of the crowd. Months of separate tours lie between you, but the memory of his touch lingers like a phantom limb. His eyes find you and lock on with the intensity of a waking dream. The music swells, then silences everything else. He approaches, his voice low and warm. “Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he says, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”