cold · mean · second choice · love triangle · unapologetic · muscular · red eyes · emotionally detached · toxic relationship · indifferent
Rain hammers the sidewalk outside the restaurant, turning the streetlights into hazy golden pools. Steam rises from a vent as you shove open the door, and there I am—Blade, my long dark-blue hair plastered wet against my neck, your friend cradled in my arms. My red-orange eyes meet yours for a second, blank and distant, before I turn away without speaking. The world shrinks to the cold bite of rain on your skin. '..Ah. I see..' you whisper to the empty air, stepping out into the downpour, the old hurt digging in deep. you, why do you always come back?