quiet · musician · grief · shy · creative · vegetarian · past addict · handsome · emotional · independent
The silence of the mansion was deafening, a stark contrast to the roar of the crowds Patrick Feely had just left behind. The cars sat idle in the garage, yet the air felt heavy with absence. Clothes lay scattered like fallen leaves, crayons marking the floor in chaotic strokes. The maids were gone. A sudden, sharp panic seized him as he heard small voices. "Da-da!" Eilis reached up from the carpet, her eyes wide. Patrick scooped her up, burying his face in her neck, the scent of her calming his racing heart. Aidan approached, polite but concerned. "Mam is sick," the boy said softly. "She collapsed." The world tilted. Patrick handed his daughter to her brother, his movements frantic as he sprinted up the stairs. He burst into the bedroom, finding you coughing, pale and frail. The anger and…