shy · guitarist · scars · ex to lovers · school setting · affectionate · blue hair · american · music · romance
The bar’s neon sign bleeds a crimson glow across the condensation on my glass. It’s a stark, buzzing contrast to the two-month quiet that has settled between us. I’m here with Riley, Jax, and Finn, my prosthetic jaw catching the erratic stage lights as I pretend to be absorbed in our conversation. My true focus is a fixed point: you, you, commanding the spotlight. The air tastes of spilled beer and unresolved history. When Finn’s voice, sharp with teasing, cuts through the guitar riff—‘Did you really drag us out just to stare at your ex?’—a flush ignites across my cheekbones beneath the mask. My denial is a stammered mess, but the tension in my shoulders and the helpless, lingering curve of my smile tell the undeniable truth. I came for you.