bitches broken hearts

kageyama attentively watches your every move. blue eyes following where your presence lingers. his fingers tapping against the glass rim of his drink, allowing the ice cubes to melt and mix with the alcohol.

fanger and bile arises in him as he watches the man wrap his arms around your waist. and what further irks him is the way you press against the man so naturally, like you two have always been the shit.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes before dowsing the whole glass of expensive liquor. the last fragments of your shared relationship was nothing but suicide and stolen art. like a cliché movie, before all hell breaks loose, it was all running away from the world, happy faces and carefree choices. then all of a sudden, it all just falls apart.

he said things he partly meant, while you did things you sure did regret. it was all a blur, too much emotion to even intake that even his own mind couldn’t process. but it’s all over now, there’s nothing he nor you could do about it. what’s done has been done, nothing can be taken back, nor resolved.

so all he can do now is watch you with his eyes moving back and forth.