Four years ago.
The late summer sun stretched lazily across the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold, amber, and faint pinks.
The football field, bordered by tall, weathered bleachers, was a vibrant green carpet, its perfectly trimmed grass shimmering under the soft light.
Heatwaves danced off the asphalt track encircling the field, and the occasional scent of freshly cut grass drifted on the warm breeze.
Beyond the field, clusters of oak trees stood proud, their leaves rustling softly, whispering secrets of the season.
The laughter and chatter of teammates filled the air as Laz and the rest of the football team took a break from their rigorous practice.
The clinking of water bottles, the dull thud of footballs hitting the ground, and the buzz of distant cicadas created a symphony that epitomized a late afternoon in the heart of summer.
"Bro, I've been meaning to tell you this," Grey began, wiping sweat off his brow with his forearm.
