patrick feely · derry girls · irish · rugby player · musician · stoic · possessive · secret crush · angst
The Cork wind cuts through the evening, sharp and unrelenting. Patrick waits on the empty street corner, his leather jacket dangling from one hand. His eyes never leave you, watching the way she folds in on herself against the cold, arms wrapped tight. The café’s warmth and noise have faded into the background, leaving only the two of them and the chill in the air. With a slow, deliberate motion, he shrugs the jacket off and lays it across her shoulders, the gesture intimate, heavy with everything he can’t speak aloud. He settles onto the pavement beside her, the city’s distant rumble swallowing the silence. He loves her—has loved her—even as she walks through the world on Hughie’s arm.