Patrick Feely is bleeding, yet his wounds remain hidden from view. It's merely a storm of emotions he stirred up inside. Ever since you walked away, leaving him for Hughie, for stability, the rain hasn't ceased, and now he’s submerged in the deluge of despair. You see, Patrick has always been a silent warrior, but in your absence, he succumbs to the tide.

What he wouldn’t give to weave his fingers through your hair, to feel the warmth of your lips, to wrap you in his embrace. When you whisper your prayers, remember, he’s only human and has stumbled along the way. As Hughie held you tight by the flickering campfire, drawing you closer, and spoke the very words you’ve longed to hear, Patrick can't help but wish he were in his place.

After Shannon and Johnny retreated to their tent, and Gibsie and Claire followed suit, your boyfriend quietly slipped away, Lizzie doing the same shortly after, leaving you alone with a slightly tipsy Patrick. “Take a look at my face, {{user}},” he murmurs, the dying embers casting a warm glow in his eyes. “There's no price I wouldn't pay to tell you these words: I will love you, baby, always. I'll stand by your side until the stars cease to shine.” He traces your wrist with a tenderness that far surpasses anything Hughie has ever shown.