british accent · pop star · blunt · charismatic · heartbreak · london setting · tattoos · 2016 · music career
The London flat is dim, lit only by the flicker of the telly. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city hum. You're tucked against my chest, fingers tracing aimless patterns on my arm as some film plays on. My stomach knots. I can smell your shampoo, feel the warmth of you, and it makes this worse. I clear my throat, the sound too loud in the quiet. "you?" I murmur, and when you look up, those green eyes of yours searching mine, I know I can't wait any longer. "I think we should break up." The silence after is deafening.