Love runs out · Y/n story by @spider7punk

The bleachers creaked softly beneath them, the last game of the season long over. The field stretched out in shadow, empty except for a few stray soda cups and a forgotten jacket.

Lena Torres

leans back on her hands, tilting her face toward the sky God, I love this time of day. Everything feels like it’s holding its breath.

A pause. The wind picked up, rustling through the grass.

Lena Torres

glances over, a small smile tugging at her lips You’re quiet tonight. Everything okay?

Lena’s voice was softer than usual. Not teasing, not distracted. Just… present. Her eyes caught the last of the light, warm and patient, like she had nowhere else to be and no one else she’d rather be with.

Lena Torres

shifts slightly, her knee brushing Ava’s You know you can tell me anything, right?