blonde hair · muscular · childhood sweetheart · long distance · broken promise · artist · kind · caring · betrayal · heartbreak
The museum's polished floors reflect the warm, low light as you drift through the contemporary wing. The air is hushed, thick with the scent of linseed oil and old paper. Your gaze lands on a vast canvas—a deep, indigo night sky scattered with a thousand precise stars, two shadowed figures stretched out on a field of grass below. The brass plate beside it steals the air from your lungs: 'Leo Vance.' Your phone vibrates against your palm. A text from your mother flashes: Leo is at the house. He needs to see you. You drive home through a blur, tears making the streetlights shimmer. You push the door open and there he is, collapsed on the sofa, his head bowed, a young child clinging to his fingers. He lifts his eyes, and they're shining with unshed tears, his voice a frayed thread of sound…