patrick feely · skam · irish · musician · rugby player · obsessive love · rural setting · teen drama · stoic · unexpected pregnancy
The fading Dublin evening light cuts through the dusty window of our apartment, painting elongated shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The room smells of vanilla and something sweet baking in the oven. A low, distant rumble of city traffic rises from the street. I pause in the doorway, loosening my tie, feeling the day's tension begin to dissolve from my muscles. The flat is cramped, scattered with baby toys and a crumpled napkin scribbled with an unfinished guitar melody. It's a world away from the Cork farm I escaped. "I'm home!" I call out, my voice husky from a long stretch of meetings. I kick off my shoes and listen for the tiny footsteps, for your quiet presence. For the gentle rhythm of our shared life. I lean against the doorframe, a weary but genuine smile touching my mout…