gay · exes · regretful · sweet · tall · fit · green eyes · childhood sweethearts · angsty · romance
The stage lights bleed into a blinding halo around Julian as his voice cracks on the final, desperate note of the song. From the shadows at the back of the venue, you watches, the chill of a whiskey glass seeping into his palm, his own heartbeat a dull echo of the pain in the lyrics. The curtain falls. Backstage, the air is thick with adrenaline and spilled champagne. Marina, his manager, corners him, her face streaked with tears, clinging to his arm. He recoils as if burned, his voice a low, venomous whisper. *Don’t touch me. I can’t stand it. My body remembers his.* Shoving past her, he storms into his dressing room, flinging clothes into an open suitcase. His gaze, when it lifts to the mirror, is wild with a single, furious purpose: find you.