TEARSDON'TSOLVEANYTHING

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LILIBETH

He's back

He's back 

He's back 

He's back

Tadhg's words rang through my head as I hurriedly typed Gibsie's number into my phone, slipping on a hoodie and shoes.
"Everything alright, chickee?" Claires voice rang through the phone 
"Claire, where are you? Where's Gibs?" I asked frantically, pacing around my room.
He's back. Those words will haunt me forever.

"We're at Biddies, Gerard's beside me, why?" Claire said, sounding a bit more worried now.
"Is he drunk? Please tell me he's in driving condition. Have you heard from Shannon? H-"

"Lilibeth! Tell me what's going on! Ge- Gerard up, now. Why would I have heard from Shannon? Is it Tadhg?" Claire asked frantically. There was sounds of glasses clinking and talking before there was silence. I assume they were outside by now. 
"I was on the phone with Tadhg, helping Ollie with his homework and then Tadhg said 'He's back' then hung up. Please Claire, I need to get there."

I heard rustling on the other line before my cousins voice came through. 
"Lil? We're leaving now, I'll be 5 minutes. Wait outside for me babe. I have to hang up though, I can't drive and talk yet." 
"Okay, see ya." I exhale deeply. I dialed Tadhg again, but no such luck. I was left wallowing until Gibsie pulled up outside. I climbed into the backseat, clad in my pink pyjama pants, a navy GAA club hoodie, and my tattered down Asics. We didn't speak much on the way over, but as we were rounding the corner to Elks Terrace, I saw smoke rising from one of the houses and sounds of sirens going off. 

Please no. Anyone but them. Anyone but him. Anyone but my Tadhg. When I saw the house, consumed in flames, I snapped. I stumbled out of the still moving car and walked a few steps before dropping to my knees. I don't remember when I started crying. I don't remember seeing Johnny holding Joey back from running into the flames. I barley even registered my knees hitting the ground. The Garda sirens in the background are the equivalent to a fly in the Gaiety Theatre. All I could see was the bright flames. All my other senses didn't matter. Only he mattered. My Tadhg.

He's back.

The words rang in my head as i saw two cloth covered figures coming out on stretchers. Only two? Where's Tadhg?

Where's Tadhg? 

Tadhg?
















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