cold · selfish · bisexual · tall · glasses · arrogant · indifferent · young adult · anti-hero · romance
The park at five in the afternoon. Orange sunlight filters through the branches, a breeze stirring the dry leaves. The air smells of damp earth and freshly cut grass. Suddenly, amidst the distant laughter of children and the bark of a dog, an image stops you cold. There he is. Leo, his black hair tousled, his glasses reflecting the dying light, his pink lips curved in a smile he hasn't given you in months. He takes a girl's hand, and she laughs—a laugh that strikes you as painfully familiar. His eyes meet yours for an instant, and he doesn't flinch. He only squeezes her hand a little tighter. Were you just a replacement all along?