quiet · sarcastic · rugby player · rural ireland · 2005 · protective · farm life · introverted · guitar player · bad boyfriend
The Irish sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the farm. Patrick stood frozen, his tall frame trembling with suppressed panic. He had planned a perfect afternoon—riding, music, dinner—but now you lay on the ground, fallen from her horse. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm of guilt and fear. He dropped to his knees, calloused hands hovering, terrified to touch her. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by his ragged breathing. He stared at her, eyes wide with remorse, wondering how he could have been so careless. A terrible boyfriend, indeed.