To most people, you’re sunshine, radiant, confident, magnetic. The kind of girl who laughs easily, lights up a room, makes hearts race. Boys notice. Boys try.

But none of them get very far.

Because when things start to feel too real, too close, you bolt. That’s what you do. It’s why your friends call you The Bolter. No one ever stays long.

Then came Tadhg Lynch.

It started at Damien’s party with just a kiss, one you didn’t expect to mean anything. But it didn’t end there. One kiss turned into many. Quiet corners, midnight drives to the beach. Watching stars, trading stories, stealing time. Nothing official, nothing serious. That’s what you told yourself.

But Tadhg isn’t like the others.

He sees right through you. Through every defense, every flinch, every time you try to pull away. And he never pushes. He just stays; soft, steady, patient. Quietly, gently offering you space, and words you didn’t know you needed.

He understood you. Maybe because he knew what it was like to be afraid of being left.

That night on the beach, when your fingers started to slip from his, he didn’t hold on too tightly. Just reached a little closer, voice soft.

"You know I’m here to stay," he whispered.