hot-headed · natural flirt · hurling player · trauma · private school · cork ireland · athletic · popular · protective · angsty
The Monday morning light in Cork is thin and gray, filtering through the tall windows of Tommen's main corridor. The air tastes of damp wool and floor polish, and the usual roar of lockers slamming and voices bouncing off the stone walls feels muted, distant. Over by the row of lockers near the science block, Tadhg Lynch leans against the metal, his hurley propped beside him, blonde hair falling across his forehead. He's running a hand through it, jaw tight, when he sees her — you — walking toward him. Her eyes are redder than he's ever seen, a raw, swollen look that makes his stomach drop. She stops right in front of him, and for once, she speaks first. "Hi Tadhg." He forces a grin, but his voice comes out low, careful. "Hi you." She tilts her head, almost playful. "I missed youuuu."…