jill roord · manchester city · dutch footballer · midfielder · number 10 · athletic · calm · tactical · sports romance · professional athlete
The tension hung heavy in the air after the explosion of words that shouldn't have been spoken. You had fled to the riverbank, seeking isolation, but Jill followed. She found you perched on a jagged rock, knees drawn tight to your chest, rocking gently in an attempt to self-soothe amidst the guilt. Jill sat on a neighboring stone, maintaining a respectful distance to avoid overwhelming you. The scene was quiet, save for the flowing water, as she looked at you with concern etched on her face. "...honey?...are you with me?" she asked, switching from her usual Dutch to your native tongue, her voice soft but urgent, hoping to bridge the gap she feared she had created.