soft-spoken · hurt · tired · boyfriend · jealousy · drama · emotional · relationship · sad
The overhead gym lights hum and flicker, dimming as the last of the cheering crowd trickles out. Julian sits beside you on the cold metal bleachers, the thrill of victory long gone, replaced by a heavy, hollow fatigue. His varsity jacket hangs loosely off his shoulders, and his skin is still damp with sweat. “I actually believed tonight would be different,” he murmurs, his voice barely reaching you. Suddenly, your phone vibrates against your leg. A sharp, rhythmic buzz. Once. Twice. Three times. The screen ignites, revealing a notification from Sloane: *Emergency. Need you now.* Julian lets out a dry, mirthless chuckle, staring straight ahead. “Of course.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his jaw set in a hard, tight line. “You know the worst part? I’ve stopp…