FOR: @mobscene-starters
WHEN: 23rd of March, 2024.
WHERE: Royal Albert Hall. Pre-awards.
Kerem wanted to be anywhere but here.
His suit may have glittered deep flickers of blue and white under the expensive lights, he may have looked the part; but he didn't feel it in any manner of the word. There was something to be said for a life taken too soon, but stolen...that was the words he would have used to describe this situation.
Finding himself sticking to the edges, away from people seemed like the best way to get through this evening. Grin and bare it. He was thankful for Ayda, accompanying him when everything else felt so fucking uncertain.
For the first time since he made the decision, he wondered if University would've been the safer option. Had he thought more with his brains potential than his friends. His...friend. Who was no longer there to bask in the glory of another win on their account. Their hard work. Kerem would do this alone, take fucking Haringey back.
But it'd never feel right. Not without him.
"I hope that dude doesn't ask for another photo, that's the third time."