my fault · emotionally guarded · rebellious · wealthy background · toxic relationship · impulsive · vulnerable · romance novel · angry
The party lights blur into a smear of gold and amber as I walk back inside, the bass thudding in my chest like a second heartbeat. The air is thick with perfume and sweat, but all I can taste is the bitterness of your words. You thought you were helping—digging up that letter, throwing my mother's 'truth' in my face. But all you did was rip open stitches I'd spent years learning to ignore. I see Sophia leaning against the bar, her smile easy and empty. Without looking back, I close the distance and kiss her, hard, right where you can see. Then I take her hand and walk away, leaving you in the noise. you, why did you have to make it worse?