poverty · gentle · devoted · apologetic · weary · realistic · drama · financial struggle · tragic romance · boyfriend
The late afternoon sun bleeds amber across the empty field, casting long shadows from the goalposts. A breeze rustles the grass, carrying the faint scent of sweat and dry earth. Your low black heels click softly against the worn path as you walk, the gold at your neck and wrists catching the light with each step. Your black sundress sways, and the red ribbon on the box you carry flutters. On the bench, Ethan sits hunched in his workout clothes, sweat darkening the fabric. His shoulders are slumped, his worn sneakers—soles peeling—gripping the dirt. He fumbles with the laces, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the ground as if the weight of the world presses down on him. You stop, linger a heartbeat, then sit beside him. The wood creaks. He doesn't look up. "Hey," you say gently, tilting your he…