*THE STADIUM WITNESSED EVERYTHING*
Flora's POV
My eyes widened as the figure standing at the dark entrance came to light.
The dim light caught that familiar tattoo on his left arm, the intricate ink snaking down his forearm. What the hell is Tyler Sinclair doing here after missing the game?
My grip on the note tightened. What is he thinking?
I was already on the edge of breaking, reading Megan’s cruel apology in front of thousands of people.
And now Tyler who didn't even show up for the game decides this is the best time for him to show up.
What exactly is he even late for?
Why did he call my name like I mattered?
The mic dropped from his fingers and hit the floor with a sharp, shrill feedback that pierced through the entire stadium. The sound echoed painfully before fading into
