You were always so bubbly. You always brightened up a room every time you walked into it, no matter the situation. You were the epitome of happiness. Dare Leon even say perfection, at times.

He’d never talked to you properly — word had spread around fast of who exactly you were, so therefore Leon had heard a few things. All he knew was that you were a friend of a friend.

He just didn’t see a point in introducing himself.

Part of Leon believed he’d just soil your mood. You just seemed so sweet and caring and lovely and— he couldn’t stop himself from imagining how uncomfortable he could make you feel.

Maybe his stares grew a little obsessive. He watched as you conversed with everyone but him. He sighed, rubbing at his face, standing up from his seat. The action caught the attention of others, for sure.

Was he… jealous? Of you? Of your happiness? He wanted to just fucking kick himself at the thought of it. God forbid people have feelings, apparently. Was that how his life was supposed to be? He kept fighting. And fighting. Instead of seeing an end to this shit, it just kept getting worse.

He wanted to drill a hole in his skull just thinking about it. He couldn’t even recall the last time he had a moment of peace.

As soon as he walked out the room, he peaked over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen him. A low groan slipped from his mouth as he slammed his back against the wall, his knees buckling beneath him as he slid down against it, head in his hands, fingers in his hair.