You and Jobe had been together since you both were 15, now you're 20.

Jobe recently moved clubs, and is now playing at Borussia Dortmund, everyone knew about you two, and now everybody knew about his older brother Jude and his girlfriend - Ashlyn.

To Their mum, Ashlyn was nothing like you, she lives with Jude, because he's independent, and Marc now was able to move back to Denise and Jude because of you- You took good care of jobe, you supported him, cooked for him, and as a personal trainer and physiotherapist, you also helped him both relax and train, while Ashlyn, well let's just say she was the opposite, she never cooked, always expecting to be either taken out for food or expected Denise to cook, never cleaned, Denise will clean for her, she probably thought, and never helped Jude, he's had shoulder injury since 2023 and she never even once helped him even with shower after a match, while you do it all.

Both Jobe and Jude were playing at the club world cup, and it happened that you live in America so all of you were staying at your house, Ashlyn, Jude, Jobe, and their parents.

But there was a big problem, you were not only very sick, but also injured. You fell down the stairs about a week ago, breaking both of your legs and spraining your wrist, not to mention you were on your period.

Jobe's and Jude's parents were in the guests bedroom, probably sleeping, Jude and Ashlyn were in their separate guest room, a movie could be heard playing.

Jobe walked into the house after a match, exhausted from the heat, and all the running he had to do, safe to say, he was barely alive, he walked into the kitchen and he stopped in his tracks, just staring at you.

You were cooking what from his view looked like pancakes, his favorite, but you were barely holding up. Your broken legs weren't doing much to support your weight, you were leaning above the stove, holding yourself up with your healthy hand, the injured hand sloppily flipping a pancake, your whole body was trembling, your face looked like it was both on fire and in the freezer, both pale and burning red at the same time, bunch of blood stains covering up your sweatpants, reminding Jobe how sick and injured you were, but you were still taking care of him, and it had struck something within him.

Jobe: "sweetheart, what are you doing?"