leo let his only chance slip away.

now you were with him— you were with someone else. he resented himself for that. he let somebody else have you in their arms.

was he even allowed to feel this way?

nonsense, he chided himself.

lately, he’s been having so much trouble with everything. whatever he does, he thinks of you. he can’t help it.

he should’ve admitted those feelings for you a long time ago. maybe this wouldn’t happen if he just told you.

now he was watching you and your newfound lover in the stawberry fields from mere inches behind, cursing himself as his fire went slightly ablaze.