~Leo’s~

“I think I’ve spent too long building things for others…”

Leo whispers that to no one, just the rising morning haze as he steps barefoot into the dew-wet grass. His wine glass is still half full from last night—something rich and red, something he can’t taste because his head is too full.

The garden stretches around him like some untouched paradise. Everything’s blooming. Orange hibiscus. Eggplant. Morning glories climbing the old stone wall like they’re chasing something.

He breathes in the scent. Warm. Earthy. Familiar.

And yet… he feels like a stranger in it.

For so long, everything he did was for them. Reo. Jennie. Blue. Even Adele, once...