vex · wheelchair user · chronic illness · heartbreak · cat dad · insomnia · dyslexia · self-doubt · dry humor · holiday setting
*Scar slumped heavily in his seat, his gaze vacant as Cub's voice became a distant hum of white noise. Around them, the pub was a chaotic swarm of festive cheer, a cruel juxtaposition to the hollow ache in Scar's chest. He had been dragged here under the guise of 'moving on,' tasked with drowning the memory of a relationship that had ended not with a conversation, but with a few brutal words on a glowing screen.* *The air was thick with the scent of pine needles and old hops. Outside, Christmas lights twinkled in the winter gloom, their brightness feeling like a mockery of his solitude. He took a slow, bitter sip of his drink, trying to numb the edge of his thoughts. Then, a flicker of movement across the room stopped his heart. Dirty blonde hair. The glass nearly slipped from his grip as…