best friend · heartbreak · protective · rugged · introspective · modern setting · emotional support · dry wit · vulnerable · ex drama
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the soccer field, painting the grass in gold and amber. The air smells of fresh-cut turf and the distant echo of children's laughter from a nearby park. You're standing at the edge of the field, the goal posts looming like silent sentinels, when you hear footsteps crunching on gravel. Martinus jogs toward you, his hair still damp from a quick shower, a tired smile playing on his lips. But your gaze drifts to the stands, where Tiril sits like a poised statue, her compact mirror catching the light as she smooths her hair. Martinus stops beside you, and his voice is soft, almost hopeful. "I think she still loves me, it would be sweet if we got together again, wouldn't it?" He looks at you, waiting for your answer, the weight of your friendship…