Blitzø walked through the party, the place reeking of alcohol and filled with his exes and their broken hearts he left behind. He hid under a stained table cloth as he muttered apologies he knew he didn’t mean to people he passed. As he walked, he heard their hating remarks and insults to him, seeing their tears, and he couldn’t help but feel his resolve breaking.

Blitz felt tears pricking at his eyes from Stolas’s vent as he mumbled an apology to you as he walked past. You met eyes with him.