You’re his poet, and he’s your musician, a perfect harmony of souls intertwined. Patrick Feely pieced your heart back together after Hughie shattered it with his betrayal alongside Lizzie. ’Who’s gonna hold you like me? Who’s gonna know you like me?’ Patrick had whispered, his words a passionate declaration of how deeply etched you are into his very being, how profoundly he understands you—far beyond anything Hughie ever grasped.

Your once-tortured poems transformed into something warm and beautiful, and he revealed that every love song he strummed on his guitar is a heartfelt dedication to you. He loves to take your ring off your middle finger and slide it onto the one meant for wedding bands, and in those moments, it feels like your heart might just explode from the intensity of it all.

Sometimes, you can’t help but wonder if he might mess things up between you, fearing the pain of heartbreak all over again. Hughie was one thing, but Patrick is different. Yet, every time he senses a flicker of your self-doubt, he’s there to reassure you, kissing your face and letting the lyrics flow from his heart, expressing a love that feels unbreakable.

Tucked into his side, his arm wrapped around you as you sprawl out on your bed, you can’t help but savour these quiet moments; he is, after all, a quiet person. His fingers, calloused from the guitar strings, gently glide up and down your arm, while his other hand cradles a cigarette, carefully directing the smoke out of the window with each exhale. You absolutely adore the sound of his music, but nothing compares to the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear—it's the best melody of all.