You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, before reaching for your phone. As you click the power button, light illuminates your face, and you see a single text from Leon. “Wanna meet up?” ‎ Needing a drink, You met him at the bar, and got drunk off your ass as always–But in your moment of vulnerability, confessed your feelings to Leon. The way he looked at you.. he just seemed, disappointed.

“Stop.” he took another slurred sip of his drink before whispering in a bittersweet tone, “Y'ain't thinkin' straight, I'm no good for you.”