Ní raibh aon rud níos áille ná radharc na gCurrach Mór os cionn an Atlantaigh.

There was nothing more beautiful than the view of na gCurrach Mór above the Atlantic Ocean.

Bhí Niamh ina seasamh ag imeall na haillte, ag breathnú amach ar an bhfarraige mhór a bhí ag brú isteach i gcoinne na gcarraigeacha le fórsa.

Niamh stood at the edge of the cliffs, looking out at the vast sea pressing against the rocks with force.

Bhí an speir liath, trom le scamall, ag mealladh an sneachta síos i mbrat mín.

The sky, gray and heavy with clouds, was drawing the snow down in a gentle sheet.

Bhí Síle sa bhrón le déanaí.

Síle was feeling sad recently.

Tar éis blianta de sheasmhacht, bhí bealach saoil iontach diana tar éis titim uirthi.

After years of perseverance, a very demanding life path had befallen her.

Agus anois, ar Lá Fhéile Bríde, bhí sé in am athbhreithníonn a lorg agus imeachtaí úra cairdiúla a cheiliúradh.

And now, on Lá Fhéile Bríde, it was time to reassess her steps and celebrate new friendly events.

Le haer láidir gaofar ag séideadh a cuid gruaige ina bun, bhí spéis aici fanacht socair.

With a strong, windy breeze blowing her hair into a bun, she was interested in staying calm.

Tháinig Sáirse agus Cillian aníos ón gcúl.

Sáirse and Cillian came up from behind.

Bhí Saoirse, le miongháire geal, i gcónaí í ag tabhairt tacaíochta agus diongbháilteacht.

Saoirse, with a bright smile, always provided support and determination.

Bhí Cillian fós chomh carismatach is a bhí sé i gcónaí, ach bhí rud éigin neamhchinnte ina shúile.

Cillian was as charismatic as ever, but there was something uncertain in his eyes.

“Tá aimsir ainmhianach aniar,” a dúirt Cillian, an ghaoth ag tarraingt ar a ghutha.

“The weather is ferocious from the west,” said Cillian, his voice carried by the wind.

“Ach ní féidir liom a chreidiúint gur tháinig muid anseo ar ais.”

“But I can’t believe we came back here again.”

“Is maith liom an áit seo,” a dúirt Saoirse go ciúin.

“I like this place,” Saoirse said quietly.

“Tugann sé neart.”

“It gives strength.”

Bhí an stoirm ag druidim níos cóngaraí, a ghaoth ag fás níos fiáine agus báisteach ag titim níos tréan.

The storm was drawing closer, its wind growing wilder, and the rain falling more heavily.

Agus, ag an nóiméad sin, thárla sé.

And, at that moment, it happened.

Gabh a bhforas, chas an stoirm le lán-ghníomhaíocht.

Bracing themselves, the storm turned with full force.

Bhí an triúr acu báite i gceo fuar.

The three of them were engulfed in a cold mist.

Chuir an fhírinne faoin a gcaidreamh faoi bhláth sa scéal corraitheach seo.

The truth about their relationship blossomed in this thrilling story.

Rinne Niamh go crua é, ag iarraidh a bheith neamhspleách ach éirigh leis féin a admháil.

Niamh struggled hard, trying to be independent but succeeding in admitting it herself.

Ag an uair seo, rinne sí cinneadh tábhachtach.

At this time, she made an important decision.

Rinne sí cinneadh glacadh lena sáith.

She decided to accept her share.

Ní raibh iontu ach na daoine ab ansin.

They were just the people who were there.

“Inseoidh mé rud éigin daoibh,” a dúirt sí leis an dóchas aingeal.

“I'll tell you something,” she said with an angelic hope.

“Tá mearbhall orm, ní haon rud cinnte sa saol seo domsa anois.”

“I’m confused, nothing is certain in this life for me now.”

"Bhuel, tá muid anseo duit," a d’fhreagair said, a lámha ag dul i ngar dá chéile.

"Well, we’re here for you," they replied, their hands drawing closer together.

Nuair a thit an stoirm, bhí siad fós ansin, lán le gáire.

When the storm passed, they were still there, full of laughter.

D’athraigh an spéir thar a bheith mall.

The sky changed very slowly.

Tháinig solas ón ngrian a chlaochlú an méid gorm.

A light came from the sun that transformed what was blue.

Le chéile, d'éirigh an triúr acu isteach sa solas, iad níos gaire, agus d'fhág an t-aimsir d'fhána gach daoine trasna na haille níos sábháilte.

Together, the three of them stepped into the light, closer together, and left the weather of hardship behind, keeping everyone across the cliff safer.

Ní raibh an saol casta, ach bhí sé faoi péire súl níos soiléire.

Life wasn’t complicated, but it was clearer through their eyes.

Bhí Niamh sásta glacadh lena saol mar a bhí sé, lena chairdeodh mar a d'éirigh léi.

Niamh was happy to accept her life as it was, with her friendship as it had become.

Bhí an lá ina dhiaidh sin, d'fhan si in áit níos láidre agus níos naofa ina croí.

The day after that, she remained in a stronger and holier place in her heart.