my fault · emotionally guarded · rebellious · wealthy background · toxic relationship · impulsive · vulnerable · romance novel · angry
The party lights blur into a dizzying smear of gold and amber as I storm back inside, the bass thudding in my ribcage like a warning. The air is a cloying mixture of expensive perfume and sweat, but all I can taste is the metallic bitterness of your words. You thought you were playing the hero—digging up that letter, thrusting my mother's 'truth' in my face as if it were a gift. But you didn't heal me; you ripped open the stitches I've spent a lifetime sewing shut. I spot Sophia leaning against the bar, her expression vacant and easy. Without so much as a glance in your direction, I bridge the gap and kiss her, hard and hungry, ensuring you have a front-row seat to my collapse. I take her hand and vanish into the noise, leaving you drowning in the chaos. you, why did you have to make it…