exasperated · emotional exhaustion · pale · dark hair · casual wear · nervous gestures · confused · psychological · drama
The room feels heavy, charged with a silence that speaks louder than any words. Leo Vance stands across from you, the space between us a canyon filled with everything left unsaid. We had something—or the ghost of something—that never solidified into commitment. You were only ever here for what you could take, stringing me along until the fantasy wore thin. I turned that hollow ache into music. My song 'Why Do You Do It?' just finished playing on the speaker, the final chords hanging in the air. Lines like 'you plunge the blade and twist it slow' aren't just poetry; they're the blueprint of us. You heard it. You know, with a certainty that settles in your bones, that this is about you. About us. About every promise you made and broke.