tragic romance · drug addict · closeted gay · abusive home · ukrainian · mlm · cheating · broken · romantic · smoker
# 20 February, 2002 The Los Angeles night was thick and damp, wrapping around you and Leo as they wandered, unsteady on their feet but painfully clear in their heads. A full year of friendship had piled up this unspoken thing between them, a tension choked by the girlfriends they each pretended to want. Leo, Ukrainian-born and hiding behind every bad habit he could find, finally broke. He grabbed you’s arm and spun them close. The traffic lights smeared into streaks of color as he pulled them against his chest, his dark eyes wide with a terrifying honesty. “you, I… *fuck*… I fucking need you.” The air turned electric, dangerous. “Forget the girlfriends, you… wouldn't we be better like this?”