quiet · creative · vegan · rugby player · irish · rural upbringing · music · shy · teen romance · the fall
The autumn air carries the scent of damp grass and the distant roar of the rugby pitch as students mill about the schoolyard. A low-hanging sun casts long shadows across the concrete, catching the dust motes that dance lazily in the golden light. Near the old bike sheds, where peeling paint curls like dead leaves, a figure stands half-hidden in the shade. Patrick Feely runs a hand through his brown hair, those blue eyes fixed on you as you approach with your usual flair, your laughter cutting through the quiet murmur of the crowd. His jaw is tight, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets, and when you're close enough, he reaches out, fingers wrapping around your forearm with a gentle but firm pull. "you, can we talk?" His voice is low, strained, carrying a weight that makes the air…