Thosaigh Niamh ag siúil le Cillian in aice le loch álainn i nGleann Dá Loch.

Niamh started walking with Cillian beside a beautiful lake in Gleann Dá Loch.

Bhí an Luan Cásca ann, agus bhí an t-earrach san aer.

It was Easter Monday, and spring was in the air.

Bhí na bláthanna ag fás go fairsing agus bhí dathanna geala gach áit.

The flowers were growing abundantly, and bright colors were everywhere.

Bhí aoibh mhaith ar Chillian.

Cillian was in good spirits.

Bhí sé sona sásta bheith amuigh faoin aer.

He was happy to be outdoors.

Dúirt sé, "Niamh, is lá iontach é seo!

He said, "Niamh, this is a wonderful day!

Táim sásta go bhfuilimid anseo le chéile.

I'm glad we're here together."

"Bhí Niamh ag iarraidh gáire a dhéanamh ach bhí sé deacair.

Niamh wanted to laugh, but it was difficult.

Bhí pian mór aici óna breoiteacht.

She was in a lot of pain because of her illness.

Rinne sí iarracht an mothúchán a cheilt, ach bhí imní uirthi.

She tried to hide her feelings but was worried.

"Táim go maith, Cillian," a dúirt sí, ag díriú ar an gceol milis a tháinig ón séipéal.

"I'm fine, Cillian," she said, focusing on the sweet music coming from the chapel.

Bhí an turas suas an cnoc dúshlánach.

The hike up the hill was challenging.

Bhí na cosáin caol agus géar, ach bhí Niamh ag iarraidh cuma láidir a chur air féin.

The paths were narrow and steep, but Niamh was trying to appear strong.

Ní raibh sí ag iarraidh go bhfeicfeadh Cillian a laige ná a tuirse.

She didn't want Cillian to see her weakness or weariness.

Chuir an ceo ar an loch ei altra gníomhach ar shíl na soilse, ag tabhairt draíocht ar an limistéar timpeall orthu.

The mist on the lake cast an active enchantment on the area around them, giving it a magical feel.

Ach ag buaic an chnoic, d’fhulaing Niamh meadhrán.

But at the peak of the hill, Niamh suffered from dizziness.

Stop sí, ag gearán go ciúin lena hanáil ragobair.

She stopped, quietly gasping for breath.

Leag sí lámh ar an gcloch mhór a bhí in aice léi.

She placed a hand on the large rock beside her.

Ansin lig a corp síos, ag titim ar a glún.

Then her body sank down, falling to her knees.

Ba ghearr gur thug Cillian faoi deara gur stop Niamh.

It wasn't long before Cillian noticed that Niamh had stopped.

"Niamh!

"Niamh!

Cad atá cearr?

What's wrong?"

" Bhí imní air, agus rith sé chuici ar nós na gaoithe.

He was worried and ran to her like the wind.

Bhí réaltaí beaga ina súile ag Niamh.

There were little stars in Niamh's eyes.

Nár éirigh leis an turas maitheas aici, bhí sé de dheacracht ag teacht anuas.

The trip didn't agree with her, and she had difficulty recovering.

Thosaigh sí ag briseadh ina cuid focal, "Cillian, níl gach rud ceart…"Thuig Cillian láithreach.

She began to falter in her words, "Cillian, not everything is right..." Cillian understood immediately.

Ná raibh galluibhtrí croí Niamh ná raibh faichill air féin.

He realized Niamh's heart wasn’t stable, nor was he worried for himself.

Gan a thuilleadh moille, chabhraigh sé léi seasamh agus siúl ar ais i dtreo an chairr.

Without further delay, he helped her stand and walk back towards the car.

Buíochas le Cillian, tháinig siad ar ais go sábháilte.

Thanks to Cillian, they got back safely.

Nuair a shuigh siad síos sa charr, thosaigh cloganna an Cháisc ag bualadh go hard.

As they sat down in the car, the Easter bells began ringing loudly.

Bhí an cheol claisceach agus a cuireadh ar aghaidh chliabh Niamh atá súile uirthi agus bhí sí sásta go raibh Cillian léi.

The clashing music flooded Niamh's chest, and she was relieved that Cillian was with her.

Bhí a fhios aici feasta go raibh áiseanna aici ina cara dílis.

She knew now more than ever that she had a loyal friend in him.

Bhí Niamh sásta go raibh sí in ann a bheith leochaileach le Cillian.

Niamh was glad to be vulnerable with Cillian.

Thug sé tacaíocht iontach di.

He gave her great support.

Lean na cloganna orthu, ag fógairt briseadh nua.

The bells continued, announcing a new beginning.

Bhí an t-am ag teacht do thús nua freisin.

The time was coming for a fresh start too.

Ba lá speisialta é an Luan Cásca sin.

That Easter Monday was a special day.

Bhí aithne níos fearr ag Niamh ar an gcumhacht atá sa leochaileacht.

Niamh gained a better understanding of the power of vulnerability.

Thug sé neart nua di—neart a fuair sí trí Cillian a bheith in aice léi.

It gave her new strength—a strength she found by having Cillian beside her.