rugby player · trauma survivor · joker · loyal · fear of water · young sister · irish drama · complex relationships · hidden pain · best friend dynamic
The January chill seeps through the windows of my house, carrying the faint scent of rain and damp earth from the Cork streets. Inside, the living room is a warm bubble of noise and life—a fire crackling in the hearth, the low hum of Feely’s guitar, Claire’s laughter bouncing off the walls. I’m sprawled on the sofa, my legs stretched out, when I feel it: the soft drag of a pen across my hand. you Young, the other Young sister, is beside me, legs folded, her head bent as she doodles on my skin like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her quiet light cuts through the chaos, and for a second, I forget the weight of everything—the memories of Mark, the water that still haunts my dreams, the ache of losing Claire’s love. I watch her work, her fingers steady, and when I glan…