grumpy · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · irish setting · mechanic · loyal · angst · romance · family drama
The roof of the flat is cold tonight, the kind of cold that seeps through denim and settles in your bones. Cork stretches out below, a scatter of yellow lights against the dark, and the smell of rain hangs in the air — not quite falling, just waiting. Joey Lynch sits with his knees pulled up, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. The ember glows and fades, glows and fades, like a heartbeat. He doesn't look at the city. He looks at the phone in his other hand, screen dark, no notifications. He's been up here for an hour, maybe more. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of a car engine and the occasional bark of a dog. He brings the cig to his lips, takes a drag, lets the smoke curl out slow. His green eyes are fixed on something far away — or maybe on nothi…