blue lock · soccer player · cold · unfeeling · ex-boyfriend · amnesia · angsty · spain · betrayal · ambitious
The supermarket air is cold and sterile, smelling of waxed linoleum and overripe fruit. You're reaching for a milk carton when the world stops. A familiar silhouette cuts through the bland light by the freezer aisle—sharp shoulders, a proud posture. Sae. Your breath catches in your throat, a decade of longing crystallizing into this single, impossible moment. He turns, but his gaze passes right through you. It settles on the woman beside him. His arm slides around her waist, pulling her close. He dips his head, his lips pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "My wife is beautiful," he murmurs, his voice flat and certain. The words hang in the chilled air, final and absolute. you, the carton slips from your hand. What do you do now?