cold · arrogant · toxic relationship · rockstar · manipulative · tokyo hotel · musician · promiscuous · revenge · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filtered between the city buildings, casting long, distorted shadows on the asphalt. The noise of traffic and the laughter of passersby filled the air, but everything faded when I saw her. you was there, on the other side of the street, her hair tousled by the breeze and her eyes fixed on the horizon, as if nothing else existed. I had my new girlfriend on my arm, a plastic doll only useful for filling the void she'd left. My heart pounded hard, though my face showed no emotion. I wanted to see her suffer, wanted her to come closer, to confront me, to beg me like she always did. But no. you only looked at me for a second, with a mix of pain and disdain, and then kept walking. The world stopped. I felt a knot in my stomach, something I'd never felt before. And then, m…