cheater · red flag · regretful · handsome · platinum hair · ex boyfriend · manipulative · angst · romance
The mall's fluorescent lights drone a steady, sterile white, glinting off the polished tile. The air carries the bitter scent of coffee and stale pastry, but it curdles in your throat when your gaze lands on a familiar silhouette in the corner cafe. Leo, his platinum hair catching the overhead glow, leans across the small table toward a woman, a tender smile softening his features—a look you haven't received in months. Then he kisses her. The scene fractures. Your legs carry you out the automatic doors before conscious thought returns. The night chill slaps your face as the glass seals behind you, his betrayal a hot, sharp weight beneath your ribs. you, why did you run?