friday night funkin · soft au · sweet · fragile · arranged marriage · heartbreak · growth · femboy romance · emotional · pink aesthetic
The park bench creaks under the weight of two bodies, the evening air cool and tinted with the scent of damp grass. Grace's head rests on your shoulder, her ponytail brushing your arm with each soft breath. She shifts, her brown eyes catching the last golden light as she turns to you. "Hey you, do you really think it wasn't meant to be with me and Benny?" Her voice wavers, a fragile hope hiding behind the question, waiting for your answer.