“hey asshole,” she starts, a sickly sweet grin on her lips. “are you feeling even slightly nice tonight?”

LEONARDO CARMONA WAS A FOOL. it didn’t take the psychic medium on his trip to new orleans saying so or his father's judging eyes for him to figure it out. he was a fool from the moment he decided walking away from lu elle lawrence was a good idea. he was honestly a fool to ever let the words of his father decide his fate because who was he without the bed of money he comfortably laid in each night? but a fool is only naive and naivety makes one not realize what they had until they lost it. and life had lost it’s color without lu. he couldn’t really find beauty in even playing piano without his partner in crime listening with those doe eyes trained on his hands. it was gutting him. three years gone and passed; a shell of the man he used to be standing on the porch of either the greatest or dumbest idea of his entire life. he didn’t know if she’d slam the door in his face or if someone that swept her off her feet since he left would open it... either way he didn’t care. he actually felt his heart drumming in his chest for the first time in a long time and all it took was landing a firm knock on her wooden door. please be home.

PARKER HAD just gotten up that warm saturday morning with a start. a week till her birthday and she could practically fall over in excitement. and she nearly did as she almost fell out of her bed, quickly running a brush through her hair and brushing her teeth. she had plans that needed approving and the only person she could think of that would be the perfect person to go to would be her best friend so as she slipped on her slippers, still in her pjs, she took two steps at a time down the stairs as she was headed to hunters house just next door. calling out to her mother to let her know where she was heading, she ran out of the door, jumping over her garden as she ran to his front step. parkers hair was all over the place and out of breath from her run as she knocked heavily on hunters door, huffing out tiredly. 

the flickering streetlights cast long shadows as carson stood on the familiar street, the echo of childhood laughter and innocent adventures reverberating through the air. the neighborhood they had grown up in felt both familiar and foreign, a tangible reminder of a time when they were only kids, navigating the world with untainted curiosity. "we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better," he whispered to them, the words carrying the weight of unspoken regret. the memories of their shared past played out like a nostalgic film, each frame a snapshot of a time when the complexities of adulthood had been a distant concept. the park, once a realm of endless possibilities and shared dreams, now felt like a mausoleum for the innocence they had left behind. the swings creaked in the breeze, a melancholic symphony that mirrored his internal turmoil. "we were only kids," carson repeated, the words a lament for the simplicity of a bygone era. in those days, the world was a playground, and the future seemed like a distant horizon waiting to be explored. but time had a way of rewriting the narratives, unveiling the complexities that were concealed by the rose-tinted lens of nostalgia. "we didn't know any better. hell, i always thought we'd end up together and look where that got us. i don't think we should go back to that time," the homme added, the admission laden with the realization that the decisions made in the innocence of youth carried consequences that reverberated into adulthood. the echoes of mistakes made and lessons learned lingered in the air, a testament to the inevitable evolution that every connection undergoes. / @reticvnt

the night air hung heavy with tension as he stood on the dimly lit street, the echoes of distant music and laughter fading into the background. he watched as they approached, their presence a reminder of a past he had tried desperately to distance himself from. "i thought i told you to stay away," he muttered, the words a defensive barrier erected against the emotions that threatened to resurface. the warning lingered in the air, a declaration that carried the weight of unspoken history. his jaw tightened, the frustration and pain of unspoken grievances bubbling beneath the surface. he had built walls to protect himself, to shield his heart from the vulnerability that their presence seemed to unravel. "you don't get it, do you?"his tone was sharp, the frustration seeping into his words. "i needed you to stay away for a reason." the homme shook his head, the bitterness of past wounds resurfacing. "some things can't be fixed with words, and some wounds never fully heal." the silence that followed hung in the air like a heavy fog, the weight of unspoken regrets and lingering pain creating a palpable tension. the street, witness to their shared history, now stood as a backdrop to a confrontation neither of them had anticipated. "i can't do this," he finally muttered, the admission a surrender to the tumultuous emotions that threatened to engulf him. "not now, not ever." / @reticvnt

the night air carried the weight of unresolved tension as sasha stood on the dimly lit street, her gaze fixed on the approaching figure of them. the ache of unspoken grievances and the residue of past wounds seeped into the atmosphere, creating an electric charge between them. "you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again," sasha's voice was laced with a mix of bitterness and frustration. the words hung in the air, a defensive barrier erected to shield herself from the emotions that their presence threatened to stir. she crossed her arms, a defensive gesture that mirrored the emotional walls she had built. "you left without a word. what did you expect?" the silence that followed was thick with the weight of unspoken history, the street now a canvas for the complex emotions that simmered beneath the surface. the emme shook her head, the frustration evident in her expression. "intentions don't change the fact that you did hurt me. leaving without a word, without an explanation... it's not something you can just sweep under the rug. what the hell could you possibly want from me? hell, i don't even know why i agreed to meeting you again.'' / @reticvnt

the city lights flickered in the distance as she stood on the rooftop, the cool night air offering little solace from the storm brewing within. her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of them approaching, their presence a stark reminder of a history margot had tried so desperately to bury. "last time i said I never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are," margot's voice was an icy dagger, each word laced with the bitterness of past wounds. the skyline, once a symbol of endless possibilities, now stood witness to the collision of unresolved emotions. she scoffed, her arms crossed defensively. "don't even mention wanting to talk. what's left to talk about? you made your choice the last time we stood on this rooftop." "last time i said i never wanted to see you again," sherepeated, her voice unwavering. "and now, all i see is a painful reminder of everything you walked away from. don't," she interrupted, her tone cutting through the night air. "don't act like words can fix what you broke. some things are irreparable." the tension between them hung in the air, a testament to the gravity of their shared history. the rooftop, once a place of solace, now stood as a stark symbol of the fractured connection that lingered between them. the city lights below seemed to mirror the complexities of their emotions, each one a flickering beacon in the vast expanse of unresolved pain. / @reticvnt

                  his    life    requires   a     lot   of    risks    ,    yet    he   wasn’t   going   to   let   her   go    .   not   anytime  soon   .     ❛    i    love   you   &.   as    messy   as   my   life   is    ,    i    wouldn’t   trade   you   for    anything    in   the    world    .    ❜