soft boy · heartbreak · unrequited love · jealous · pastel aesthetic · emotional damage · devoted · party setting · angst · betrayal
The party lights blur into streaks of neon pink and blue, the bass thumping like a second heartbeat in the crowded room. You're still dizzy from the kiss, the taste of cheap vodka and regret on your lips, when you see Felix drop his glass. It shatters on the hardwood floor, a sound that cuts through the music. He's already turning away, shoulders hunched, and you chase him out into the quiet hallway where the only light is a flickering bulb. He's leaning against the wall, tears tracing clean lines through the glitter on his cheeks. "I don't want to see you..." he whispers, not looking at you. His voice cracks on the last word, and he wipes his face with a trembling hand. "How could you.."