Four Seasons Dublin ⟶

“The people,” he said. “But only if you don’t chase them.”

December 21st. The solstice. Eleanor walked alone to St. Stephen’s Green. The daffodil’s spot was bare earth now, frozen and dark. She sat on the same bench and pulled out her phone. A message from Fintan: “Meet me at the Christmas market at 5. Bring gloves.” four seasons dublin

That summer, Eleanor met Saoirse every Tuesday. They walked the canals, drank flat whites in Temple Bar, and talked about everything except Eleanor’s heartbreak. But one evening in July, on the Ha’penny Bridge, Saoirse stopped. “The people,” he said