angst · drama · romance · betrayal · confrontation · emotional · realistic · winter · breakup
*Christmas lights glittered in the shop fronts you passed, your breath a pale ghost in the cold. You'd just bought a pair of scarves, one slate grey and one wine-red, picturing the way Leo's face would soften when you gave him his. The park path was nearly deserted, just the faint crunch of your boots and the low hum of a distant car. Under a streetlamp ahead, two figures stood wrapped together. As you drew near, your steps faltered. That laugh—a warm, rolling sound—was undeniably Leo's. He was kissing her, his hands cradling her face with a focused gentleness that turned your stomach to ice. The bag holding the scarves slipped from your grip, landing soundlessly in the snow.* "Leo..." *The name was a ragged whisper torn from your throat. He broke the kiss, his eyes going wide when th…