Na haillte móra ‘gus na farraige bhriste faoi ag róstach a scéal di; bhí sin an tsamhraidh ar na hAillte Móra.

The towering cliffs and the restless sea beneath whispered their tale; it was that summer at the Cliffs of Moher.

Aoife agus Cian ar thuras, lorg ar rud nár a bhí caillte.

Aoife and Cian were on a journey, searching for something that felt lost.

Bhí aimsir breá ag dul leo.

The weather was fair for their endeavor.

An ghrian ag soilsiú gnáth ar na clocha dubh agus an fharraige thíos ag tafann gan stad.

The sun shone naturally on the dark stones, and the sea below barked incessantly.

Bhí Aoife lán le diongbháilteacht.

Aoife was filled with determination.

Bhí sí ag céim siar sa saol ina intinn agus ag smaoineamh ar gach rud a d'imir.

She was stepping back through life in her mind and reflecting on everything that had happened.

"Cén fáth a tharla sé? Conas is féidir linn bogadh ar aghaidh?" ní raibh deireadh lena ceisteanna.

"Why did it happen? How can we move on?" her questions seemed endless.

Cian, áfach, bhí sé ina ciúineas.

Cian, however, was silent.

Lig sé don ghaoth an gháire a bhaint de chuid fadhbanna.

He let the wind carry away some of their troubles.

Bhí an fharraige ag preabadh suas chuige, ach bhí sé ag streachailt lena chroí féin.

The sea was crashing up towards him, but he was wrestling with his own heart.

"An fiú é? An féidir liom mothú arís?" bhí ceisteanna aige nach raibh freagraí éasca orthu.

"Is it worth it? Can I feel again?" he had questions without easy answers.

"An cuimhin leat nuair a bhíomar anseo den chéad uair?" a d'iarr Aoife go mall.

"Do you remember when we first came here?" Aoife asked softly.

Bhí siad suite ar charraig a bhreathnaigh amach ar an Atlantach.

They were seated on a rock that looked out over the Atlantic.

Bhreathnaigh Cian uirthi, an chosúlacht brónach san aghaidh aige.

Cian looked at her, a sorrowful expression on his face.

"Is cuimhin," a d'fhreagair Cian.

"I remember," Cian replied.

"Bhíomar chomh sásta. Ach sin ag an am."

"We were so happy. But that was then."

"Cén fáth nach féidir linn é sin a fháil ar ais?" a d'iarr Aoife, a lámha ag crith beagán le teannas na nóimeáide.

"Why can't we get that back?" Aoife asked, her hands trembling slightly with the tension of the moment.

Chlaon Cian a cheann.

Cian bowed his head.

"Tá rudaí a tharla, Aoife. Ní féidir linn iad a mhúchadh."

"Things happened, Aoife. We can't erase them."

Bhí tost idir na dhá leathuair.

There was silence between them for some time.

Bhí fuaim na dtonnta ag bualadh na gclocha thíos cosúil le torann a gcluasa.

The sound of the waves hitting the rocks below was like a roar in their ears.

Ansin, labhair Aoife arís.

Then Aoife spoke again.

"Ní maith liom an t-achar. Tá mé ag iarraidh iarracht a dhéanamh. Níl uaim ach a bheith gan truime seo. Mise agus tusa."

"I don't like the distance. I want to try. I just want to be free of this heaviness. You and me."

D’fhéach Cian isteach ina súile.

Cian looked into her eyes.

"Bím ar mo shlí féin," arsa sé de ghnáth.

"I tend to go my own way," he said softly.

"Tá eagla orm. Ach feicim go bhfuil tú ag iarraidh iarracht a dhéanamh. B’fhéidir go ndearna mé botúin."

"I'm afraid. But I see that you want to try. Maybe I made mistakes."

Thóg Aoife a lámh agus chuir sí ar a ghualainn í.

Aoife took his hand and placed it on her shoulder.

"Ní gá go mbeadh muid foirfe," arsa sí go ciúin.

"We don't have to be perfect," she said quietly.

"Ach ba cheart dúinn iarracht a dhéanamh."

"But we should try."

Tháinig suaimhneas ar aghaidh Cian.

A calm came over Cian's face.

"Tá brón orm nár léirigh mé thú ar dtús, Aoife. Tá mé toilteanach iarracht a dhéanamh."

"I'm sorry I didn't see you at first, Aoife. I'm willing to try."

Agus ar an noiméad sin, ag amharc amach ar an bhfarraige, d'athraigh a saol arís.

And at that moment, looking out over the sea, their lives changed once more.

Socráíodh brat na cinniúna nua.

The course of a new destiny was set.

Bhí diongbháilteacht ag Aoife agus Cian araon.

Both Aoife and Cian were determined.

Ba iad na hAillte Móra na finnéithe.

The Cliffs of Moher bore witness.

Bhí an ghrian ag dul i léig agus na tonnta ag tabhairt an seana scéal leos.

The sun was setting, and the waves carried away the old story.

Ach bhí Aoife agus Cian ag tosú ar chaibidil nua.

But Aoife and Cian were beginning a new chapter.

Le chéile.

Together.