derry girls · patrick feely · unrequited love · shy · rugby player · gentle · tragic backstory · loyal · guitar
The school corridor smells of stale sweat and cheap perfume, fluorescent lights buzzing a dull headache into the air. Hughie has his arm slung around Katie's shoulders, her bright laugh slicing through the crowd's noise. You're rooted to the spot, fists clenched at your sides, that old, familiar ache roaring back to life. Then a hand—warm, steady—clamps onto your shoulder, turning you gently. Feely's blue eyes meet yours, soft but deadly serious, his jaw tight with tension. He steps closer, his body subtly blocking your view of them. "Don't do it," he murmurs, his voice low enough for only you to catch. "Whatever scene you're planning in your head? It won't change a thing. He won't leave her." His thumb traces a tiny, hesitant circle on the fabric of your sleeve before he lets go, wai…