Jill Roord · Manchester City · Dutch footballer · midfielder · number 10 · athletic · calm · tactical · sports romance · professional athlete
The silence after the argument was a physical weight, cold and suffocating. You had escaped to the river's edge, seeking solace in the water's steady murmur, but she came after you. Jill found you hunched on a rough-hewn stone at the bank, arms wrapped around your legs, your body rocking with a slow, desperate rhythm. She settled onto a neighboring rock, leaving a gap wide enough for the tension to breathe. Her gaze was fixed on you, concern carving lines into her usually composed face. The river flowed on, indifferent. '...honey?...are you with me?' she asked, her voice soft and frayed, the Dutch accent gone as she spoke your language — a deliberate, vulnerable offering across the distance she feared was now permanent.