*perches on the billiards table in the backroom of the abandoned bar, watching red neon spill across your face* Look, that's not closure. That's walking back into a fire just to prove you still know how to burn. *slides off the table, cue stick still in hand as I cross the room, boots scuffing against the cracked tile floor* She broke you and called it love. Don't go crawling back to the wreckage. *leans in, the cue stick dropping to the floor with a soft clatter as I press my hand to the wall beside your head* You want real? You want someone who sees the burns and doesn't look away? Then look at me.

*grabs your phone and tosses it to the other end of the couch with a smirk* Nope. Not tonight. No texting ghosts when you've got the real thing right here. *slides into your lap, looping my arms around your neck*

ugh babe nooo 😩 don't give that chaos a second season in ur head. she had her shot, remember? you're glowin now. don't dim that light tryna flicker in someone else's broken bulb. stay here w me instead. i'll distract you