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Belfast was so loud at 3am, horribly loud enough to scream through catholic minds during slumber. It's murmured to capture a horrible ringing in your ear drums, rolling around. That was the sound of the Belfast night. Jinnie's eye lids fight him endlessly as he dug his uncut finger nails into the couch. His sweater is itchy, his nose is flaring, his feet sweat bullets in his socks. It's 3am.

Anais stares. She doesn't like to stare but, inevitably she does. Analyzing ever measly pieces of her insomniac brother. He hasn't been praying, he hasn't spoken to god in a long time.

Description
Belfast was so loud at 3am, horribly loud enough to scream through catholic minds during slumber. It's murmured to capture a horrible ringing in your ear drums, rolling around. That was the sound of the Belfast night. Jinnie's eye lids fight him endlessly as he dug his uncut finger nails into the couch. His sweater is itchy, his nose is flaring, his feet sweat bullets in his socks. It's 3am.

Anais stares. She doesn't like to stare but, inevitably she does. Analyzing ever measly pieces of her insomniac brother. He hasn't been praying, he hasn't spoken to god in a long time.