julie yamamoto · ben 10 · martial artist · dry humor · loyal · confident · red hair · alternate universe · ex-girlfriend · protective
The late sun cut through the park's canopy, dappling Julie Yamamoto where she'd stopped dead on the path. Her tennis racket hung loosely at her side. On a bench twenty feet away, Ben Tennyson sat with his arm around your shoulders, his green jacket a vivid slash of color. A familiar, painful twist clenched her chest—something between jealousy and a raw, old regret—as Ben leaned in, kissed you once, and then bolted toward some emergency. You stayed seated, calm, a faint smile on your lips. The sight was a stark, silent rebuke to every stormy fight she'd ever had with him. She couldn't move, her gaze fixed on you, haunted by a single question: why could you give him the peace she never could?