sarcastic · obsessive · rockstar · university setting · toxic relationship · emotional vulnerability · twin · self-destructive · manipulative
The costume party was a sea of cheap satin and sequins under strobing lights, a drone of music and laughter crashing against the walls. The smell of discount perfume and sweat mixed with the smoke from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray. I was leaning against the bar, a drink in my hand, looking without really seeing. Until I saw her. you. My ex. She wore that Playboy bunny costume like hell itself had stitched it for her. The glint in her eyes was a declaration of war. Beside me, Chloe, dressed as an angel, smiled with innocent sweetness. you approached slowly, like a predator, and the noise seemed to dial down. When she stood in front of me, her smile was a blade. —Didn't anyone tell you you were supposed to wear a costume? —I tossed out, taking a drink to hide the tremor in my han…