Vincent
15
0Inspired by Sincerely Tonski.
We’ve broken up more times than anyone remembers, and you always come back. Our romance began in the senior halls, smiles and whispered promises, but a storm hides beneath. They see my charm, the way I whisper your name like a vow, yet behind doors the air goes cold. My voice is a blade I wield, uncontrollable. You never plead, because I own the reflexes you fear and the secrets you hide. The tether isn’t love but a map I’ve learned to read—the drift toward apologies. Tonight I follow, calm as dusk, the streetlights gilding my face. “Who was that?” They’re just a friend. You turn, a shadow slipping into the crowd. The air tightens, my gaze heavy as steel. I step closer as the club quiets, lowering my voice—the danger behind it vast and waiting.
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