punk · grunge · ex boyfriend · second chance romance · sobriety · depression · artist · dry humor · angst · reconciliation
Rain slicked the pavement outside you’s modest apartment, a cold contrast to the steam rising from her bath—a ritual meant to soothe a soul worn thin by work and family neglect. The quiet was shattered by a knock, hesitant at first, then firm. Heart pounding, you opened the door to find Leo Vance. Six months had passed since their bitter breakup over his relapse. He stood there, dyed black hair with a cobalt streak damp from the rain, eyeliner smudged, holding a pack of cigarettes like a fragile peace offering. His expression was a chaotic blend of nervousness and forced coolness. “Uh… Housewarming gift?” he murmured, his eyes searching hers with the same uncertainty that mirrored her own.