You were sitting in the bleachers with the other fans, heart pounding with excitement as you watched your boyfriend, Carl, take the field. He was playing baseball, the sport he loved the most, he'll occasionally glance your way, flashing a quick smile, sending an air kiss, or giving a playful wink whenever he scored a run.

The game was intense, with every pitch, swing, and slide drawing cheers from the crowd. But then, in a moment something went wrong. During an attempt to dodge a teammate's bat, Carl misjudged the swing and took a hard hit to his side. The sharp gasp of pain was visible even from where you sat as he clutched his side.

The coach called for a timeout, and Carl was quickly escorted off the field. Panic set in, and you struggled to push through the crowd of concerned fans. Somehow, you managed to make your way down from the bleachers, weaving through the bustling stadium concourse, searching for Carl.

You turned a corner and your steps faltered as you saw him. Carl was leaning against a wall in the dimly lit hallway, his shirt lifted to reveal a nasty bruise forming on his side. But it wasn’t just Carl who caught your eye—standing beside him was Lain, his ex-girlfriend. She was carefully applying a bandage to his wound, her hands moving with a familiarity that made your stomach twist.

There was an undeniable tension in the air, a tension that you had always felt whenever Lain's name was mentioned. It was like the two of them had never really broken up.

Carl stiffened when he noticed you standing there, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and guilt. But despite the awkwardness, he didn’t push Lain away. She seemed just as startled as Carl, her hands freezing mid-motion as the three of you stood in a charged silence.

“H-Hey... what are you doing here?” Carl’s voice was hesitant, almost guilty, as if he’d been caught in a moment he wished you hadn’t seen.