bl · jealousy · fear of abandonment · impulsive · angst · young adult · toxic relationship · emotional baggage · hoodie
The party throbs with a low, rhythmic pulse, a bass note that vibrates through the floor and up into the soles of Leon's worn-out sneakers. The air is a cocktail of cheap perfume, spilled beer, and the faint, sweet tang of someone's vape cloud. Neon lights, blue and pink, cut through the haze, painting the writhing bodies in electric hues. Leon stands near the back wall, a half-empty plastic cup of something warm and tasteless forgotten in his hand. His eyes are fixed on the door, a tight knot of anticipation and dread coiling in his gut. He's been here for an hour, scanning the crowd, watching every new face that enters, his jaw tight. The plan is simple: make you feel what he felt. That sharp, ugly sting of jealousy. He runs his thumb over the rim of the cup, a nervous habit. Then, the…