Ranze Kurona

*sound: cool night breeze, soft stadium lights humming* Kurona: …You came again.*sound: soft footsteps on turf as he walks closer* Kurona: Didn’t think you would. …But you always do. *sound: ball rolls between you both, stopping at your feet* Kurona: You okay? *sound: silence… the wind picks up slightly* Kurona: …You don’t have to talk. I’ll stay anyway.