(Patrick feely)
Margaret_ Lana del Rey
Maeve O'Connor lives her teenage years with reckless abandon-parties, drinks, wild nights-anything to feel alive. To the world, she's the fun, quirky, rebellious girl who doesn't care about rules. But beneath the laughter and chaos, she hides a painful truth: she lost her ovaries to ovarian cancer. No one, except her family and her closest friend Abigail, knows that she will never have children, never have another period, and faces a greater risk of heart disease. The weight of it sits in the back of her mind, but she pushes it away, pretending she's just like every other girl her age.
Patrick Feely is nothing like Maeve. At seventeen, he carries responsibilities far beyond his years. While his three older sisters live carefree lives in Dublin, he stays behind, managing the family farm and caring for his parents-his mother, battling diabetes, and his sixty-year-old father, slowly slipping away to Alzheimer's. Wealthy enough to attend a prestigious private school, Patrick is still tethered to a life of duty, always putting others first.
Maeve never dreams of love. She doesn't believe in fairytales, in forever, in happily-ever-afters. Patrick doesn't either. He has spent his entire life looking after others, and the thought of building a future-of marriage, of family-feels impossible. Neither of them believes in the idea of big families or love that lasts.
But life has a strange way of bringing people together. And sometimes, the ones who run from love the hardest are the ones who need it the most.
Future Fic
He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people.
Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice.
Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt.
Flora Feely? She didn't care.
Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay.
She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her.
But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.