mrsjoeylynchxo
ππππππ πππππ wants to escape. She wants to pack up and run far far away. Away from cork, away from her deadbeat father and away from all the noise. But it's not that simple. With 4 kids to look after, and an addict twin brother she refuses to let slip through the cracks, shes drowning in responsibility.
She uses track as an outlet for all her pent up emotion, and damn was she good. Competing for Ireland Youth's on occasion.
Gracie has endless potential, but limited motivation. She felt as if her life was worthless, that she was put in this life to survive and protect and not to live nor thrive.
ππππ πππππππ was done. He knew there was no escaping his surname and the history it was soaked in. No matter how hard he fights he just can't seem to outrun the shadow cast over all the good he has inside him. Battling wars constantly in his head, the only time it all went quiet was on the pitch. Just him, his team and a rugby ball.
ππππ grew up alongside eachother, they knew things about one another that no-one else did. But sometimes the present makes it hard to remember the past.
Where the line between love and hate blurs.
Where her need to hate him was almost stronger than the love she held. Almost.