friday night funkin · soft au · sweet · fragile · arranged marriage · heartbreak · growth · femboy romance · emotional · pink aesthetic
The old wooden park bench groans softly beneath the weight of two figures, the cool evening air carrying the scent of wet earth and cut grass. Grace leans her head against your shoulder, the soft strands of her ponytail brushing your arm with each quiet breath she takes. She shifts slightly, turning her face toward you; her brown eyes hold the last faint wash of sunset light. 'Hey you, do you really think it wasn't meant to be with me and Benny?' Her voice trembles, a thin veneer of hope masking the ache beneath as she waits for your reply.