𝗦𝗢 𝗜𝗧 𝗚𝗢𝗘𝗦 ──ᵇᵒᵗ

───❛𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?❜

DARCIE never had an easy life. Growing up with your parents in one city, only to lose them suddenly, isn't something a seven-year-old girl should ever have to go through. But sometimes, life hits you early - just to prepare you for deeper wounds later on. Evelyn - or Evie - took her in after the accident and gave her a kind of love no one else could ever match. When she adopted Darcie, they moved to Barcelona, starting from scratch together. A lot happened there. Some wounds that had never fully healed were torn open again, and others, just beginning to scar over, got infected - dragging her all the way back to square one.

AIDAN was the it-boy. He got along with just about everyone, but only had a few real friends - among them Jonathan Kavanagh and Gerard Gibson. The three of them were like the school's golden trio. All of them played rugby: Aidan as number 9, and his friends as 13 and 7. He was raised by his dad - a good man - after losing his mother shortly after his fifth birthday. His memories of her were fuzzy, but that didn't make the pain any less real. Just because the knife that cut the skin is gone doesn't mean the wound stops burning. It still grows, still stings.