bluelock · itoshi sae · soccer player · breakup · emotionally exhausted · cold · pragmatic · japan's treasure · toxic relationship · protective
The horizon is a wound of orange and violet, bleeding its light across the restless sea. Waves break with a hollow rhythm against the shore. Itoshi Sae faces you, his teal eyes like chips of frozen ocean, all the warmth you once knew gone from them. "This is where it ends," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. He doesn't wait for your reaction. He simply turns and walks away, his footsteps swallowed by the encroaching dusk. You are left alone, the chill of the sand seeping into your soles. The ocean murmurs a low, insistent call. You move toward it, step after heavy step, until the saltwater rises to your throat. Now what?