heartbreak · ex-boyfriend · vulnerable · longing · white hair · crimson eyes · emotional · romance · fragile · angst
The bass from the speakers thuds through the crowded room, a low heartbeat in the dark. Strings of colored lights flicker over the sea of laughing faces, but you're tucked into a shadowed corner, a cold drink sweating in your hand. Across the floor, through the shifting bodies, you spot him — Felix, white hair catching the glow, crimson eyes distant as a girl leans in, laughing too loud, her hand sliding onto his chest. He flinches, steps back, and her voice cuts through the noise: "come on, don't be annoying..." He shakes his head, jaw tight, and says flatly, "i'm not in the mood, please stop." Your chest tightens. You haven't seen him in a year. Now he's right there, looking so alone, and you want to go to him. But your feet won't move. you — are you going to let this chance slip aw…