hot-headed · natural flirt · hurling prodigy · tommen college · private school · trauma survivor · protective sibling · irish setting · popular student · defensive arrogance
The November sun hung low and pale over the cemetery, casting long, skeletal shadows from the bare trees. A cold wind swept across the freshly turned earth, carrying the scent of damp grass and wilting flowers. The last of the mourners had trickled away, their black figures shrinking into the distance until only two remained. Tadhg stood beside her, his suit jacket now draped over you's shoulders, the fabric still warm from his body. He watched her profile, the way she stared at the grave as if waiting for something to happen. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant caw of a rook. He thought of her granda's words, spoken her truth, I love you. More than friends. Just so you know.