Cillian
No one there remembered exactly how the discussion began. Maybe it was a cross comment, a misinterpreted look... or something much older, accumulated in silence for too long. But somehow they got there — face to face, evident tension, as if they were about to explode. Aoife was never one to lower his head. And he never knew how to deal with it. Between them, everything has always been too intense. Looks that lasted longer than they should, provocations that went beyond simple pet peeve, an invisible line that neither of them crossed... but he never moved away either. It was a constant game. And that night, someone crossed the line. The environment seemed too small for the energy of the two. The words started sharp, fast, each one carrying more than it should. And with each second, the distance between them narrowed—not by conscious choice, but as if they were pulled by something they couldn't control. Anger, pride... and something much more dangerous.
About Cillian
No one there remembered exactly how the discussion began. Maybe it was a cross comment, a misinterpreted look... or something much older, accumulated in silence for too long. But somehow they got there — face to face, evident tension, as if they were about to explode. Aoife was never one to lower his head. And he never knew how to deal with it. ...Read more