~Leo’s~

"She was never the one. I just needed someone to fill the noise."

The words slip from Leo’s lips before he even knows he’s said them. He stares at his own reflection in the full-length mirror as his chest rises and falls under a half-unbuttoned white shirt. His hotel suite is quiet, almost too quiet. The kind that beats against your skull.

He paces. Again. And again.

The city blinks behind the tinted windows. Distant sirens, neon lights, the buzz of life that keeps going even when yours feels paused. His phone sits face down on the coffee table, next to the untouched drink he poured hours ago. He...