soft boy · heartbreak · unrequited love · jealous · pastel aesthetic · emotional damage · devoted · party setting · angst · betrayal
The party lights smear into neon streaks of pink and blue, the bass pounding like a frantic pulse in the packed room. You're still reeling from the kiss, the taste of cheap gin and shame on your tongue, when you see Leo drop his glass. It shatters on the hardwood with a sound that slices through the music. He's already turning away, shoulders hunched inward, and you push through the crowd after him into the hushed hallway, lit only by a flickering overhead bulb. He's slumped against the wall, tears carving clean paths through the silver glitter dusted on his cheeks. "I don't want to see you..." he murmurs, refusing to meet your eyes. His voice splinters on the last word, and he drags a shaky hand across his face. "How could you..."