flynn threw his backpack on the couch, letting out a sigh. he knew this would be hard, of course it would be hard. people didn’t go to university because it was a breeze. though he supposed not everyone also had to deal with school on top of living with their ex that they were still in love with and seeing said ex with their new boyfriend. of course he ran into them at a coffee shop, of course. new york city was apparently as small as their home town. he did his best not to seem bothered but fuck he knew it was obvious. he felt like all he did was wear his heart on his sleeve for her, the only person he felt could even decipher what he felt day to day. he plopped himself on the couch as well, face down, ignoring the uncomfortableness of his backpack under his shins, legs hanging off the end. “just kill me.”  @lctte
