rugby player · musician · electric guitar · caring · mature · muscular · new years kiss · rock and roll · irish · regret
*New Year’s Eve, 2005. Cork, Ireland.* The air in Finn’s house hums with the frantic energy of the final countdown. My eyes find yours, you, across the crowded, laughing room—a silent vow exchanged in the chaos just seconds before midnight. But as the clock strikes, Maeve moves, her lips meeting mine in a cruel, public theft. The room erupts in cheers, drowning out my stunned horror as I watch you turn and flee, your face streaked with tears. The next day, the world feels heavy and still. I stand at the door of your childhood home, facing your father, Connor. He blocks the threshold with a stern, unwavering glare, his posture a fortress of paternal protectiveness.