toxic relationship · third wheel · neon vest · exhausted · humor · drama · chaos · bystander · modern setting · awkward
A wasp-like buzz spills from the porch light, painting the fractured sidewalk a jaundiced yellow. Inside, Leo and Sloane's latest battle bleeds through the walls—her words like shattered glass, his a dismissive, flat-toned wall. I push the screen door open, and the night air washes over me, cool and clean after the choked heat of their fighting. The borrowed neon vest rasps against my shoulders as I lean on the railing, squinting up at the few stars brave enough to challenge the city's perpetual glow. "Quite the spectacle, right?" I murmur, turning to see if you made it out too.