"𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." ˖ ݁♬⋆˚𝄞‧₊ ♪˚⊹ 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙩 is a symphony of hollow bones and piano chords, starving herself until there's nothing left to break. She wants 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙮 with a desperation that makes her lungs ache, but she's terrified of the crash. She sees the boy drowning in a bottle and the hollow warmth of too many girls. To Katie, loving a drunk feels like a slow way to die, and she's already halfway there. So, she runs straight into the arms of 𝙃𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙨, Patrick's best friend. Hugh is safe but shallow; he likes her company and the distraction, however his heart doesn't beat for her. But 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 is a storm that no amount of alcohol can drown out. He's a wreck of nicotine and cheap whiskey, forced to watch the girl he'd burn the world for settle for a boy who doesn't even know she's shattering. He loves Hugh like a brother, but he loves Katie with his entire being. Every time he sees them together, it's a fresh cut to a soul that's already scarred over. He hides his shaking hands in his pockets and his heart behind meaningless flings, too cowardly to admit that his fear of commitment is just a fear of being the reason she finally breaks. He's the boy who wants her but can't reach her, trapped in a silence where the only thing more addictive than the drink is the sight of her loving someone else. It's the devastating math of three hearts that don't add up: a girl too scared to be loved, a boy too drunk to be chosen, and a friend caught in the middle who doesn't realize he's holding the only thing that could save them both. ✮ Timeline: 2003-2007

"Through anything?" "Through everything." Tadhg Lynch is fire and silence. With a brutal past and a father who taught him fear behind closed doors, Tadhg wears his trauma like armor-sharp, defensive, and unreadable. To most, that is. Nightmares consume him, trust eludes him, and peace is a foreign language he's convinced he would never come close to understanding. He recognizes pain the same way others recognize faces-especially in her. Ciara Bellemore is light dimmed too soon. Graceful and polite on the outside, but broken and dead on the inside. She hides bruises beneath long sleeves and hope beneath whispered prayers. With a mother fading from illness and a home filled with silence and control, Ciara clings to the only comfort she has the knowledge of-angels, feathers, and a belief in something better. When they collide, it's as though fire had met water. An invisible strength kept pulling the other into their orbit-either taunting the other with their presence or showing them what it owes.

" he 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 for pole position, she lived for the 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵, both learned that love is the 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 race. " ˚⋆ ᥫ᭡ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍. © 𝗺𝗿𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝘄𝗽 , 2026.

A sweet girl who sees the good in everyone. A grumpy guy who just wants everyone to fuck off. A chocolate milk accident that's brings them together. Secrets. Lies. A dark past. What could possibly go wrong? Or right? Maybe a love story. Or something so much more. ♡︎ "His blinding white teeth again then "I like when you say my name," I cock my head "Enzo?" He hums "Hm?" "I like it when you touch me. It gives me butterflies" I say, drawing a butterfly on his chest with the tip of my finger. He's quiet for a moment then "Oh yeah?" I smile "Oh yeah" ♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎ #1 in GrumpyxSunshine #1 in brooding #1 in strawberries #2 in bubbly #1 in Althea Started: October 8th, 2021 Finished: July 4th 2022