awwhh, who’s that?

your eyes follow a white-haired man that’s tailing your ex around the party. the way he carries himself is odd though, it’s like he’s trying not to stand out. black frames, a casual shirt, and sweatpants. it’s clear he’s not in a fraternity, but it’s clear that he’s your ex’s little rebound after the very short breakup you two had. he’s not bad looking either. your friends giggle and whisper, egging you on to ‘introduce yourself’ and whatnot.

oh, why not? just for the fun of it.

when your ex finally leaves their new boyfriend all alone, you saunter through swaying bodies that reek of cologne, perfume, and alcohol. your gaze remains on the tufts of snow-white hair despite the rays of colorful lights; though, your gaze isn’t on white for long, but on beautiful baby blues.

he’s pretty. you can see why your ex chose him as a rebound, but personality-wise? it’s kind of unexpected. his face contorts to one of realization once he identifies who you are, one large hand pushing up his black frames on his nose bridge.

“you’re…”