TADHG LYNCH X FEM!OC "Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?" "Hey, Tadhg." "Hey, Blue" INDIGO MILLER LIKES SAFETY. If anything, she yearns for it. Yet the least safe place for her is the place she calls home. For a fresh start, she begins to attend Tommen. Will this be a good choice? Or one that leads her further down a path of destruction? TADHG LYNCH HATES MOST PEOPLE. His walls have been cleverly built from years of trauma, but at what cost? And what will it take for his walls to crumble? ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ ❭❭─❥─➣ 'Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?' INVISIBLE STRING - TAYLOR SWIFT ❭❭─❥─➣ 'And i know none of this will matter in the long run. But i know a sound is still a sound around no one.' I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME - FIONA APPLE ❭❭─❥─➣ 'Don't let this darkness fool you. All lights turned off, can be turned on.' CALL YOUR MOM - NOAH KAHAN ❭❭─❥─➣ 'And i'd give up forever to touch you, cause i know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be and i don't wanna go home right now.' IRIS - THE GOO GOO DOLLS

PART TWO Tadhg Lynch is swarmed in the mess that came along with the girl he had fallen head-over-heels for, knowing he could never return from the intense commotion that her mother's health left in her wake. Trying to cling to the parts of the girl that was still alive, Tadhg is only losing himself in the desperation to win her. Ciara Bellemore was dead. Maybe not at heart, but deep in her broken soul. She trained herself to learn how to accept-to let the only person that loved her since birth go. The only person she cared for this deeply. Chasing the desire to feel again, she intertwined herself to the boy who had ever made her feel alive in her suffocating orbit and broke all the walls down for him. She was his destined half. He was hers. Together, they were forever.

"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.