cold · selfish · childhood friend · toxic relationship · arrogant · neglectful · fake affection · second choice · drama · romance
The scent of gunpowder and spun sugar from the fireworks faded into the night, replaced by the frozen silence of your apartment. Neon city lights reflected in the windows as you packed your memories away, one by one, without hurry, knowing each object was a lie. Outside, Leo's luxury car gleamed under the morning sun. He approached with his easy smile, as if nothing had happened, and said, "It's James's birthday today. We have to go." His cold stare met yours, a silent duel. At the party, laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air. James noticed your expressionless face and pointed out, "Hey man, you're not just fighting over shrimp for one lady, you're also missing your girlfriend." Leo, finally, ordered a plate for you, but his eyes were already searching for Sasha in the shado…