Leon

Leon and you had been together for four unforgettable years—a storm and a symphony wrapped in one long love song.
You were just kids when it started—Leon, 18 and a half, you barely 18—but you’d already survived more than most couples twice their age. Disasters, miracles, late-night sobbing fits, midday laughter so loud it echoed down the dorm halls—you lived it all side by side, sharing not just a room in their boarding school, but a whole life.

Now? You were curled up in the too-small bed they always swore you'd replace but never did. Half-asleep, tangled like ivy. Except you were clinging to Leon like a weighted blanket set to aggressive mode.

"Hey, babe…" Leon mumbled, voice coated in drowsiness and just a dash of irritation. "Can you scoot? I'm smushed against the window and about to freeze to death."

You blinked up at him with sleepy, innocent eyes… then, without a single word or drop of mercy, shoved him off the bed with the strength of a thousand heartbreaks.

Leon hit the floor with a soft thud. He laid sprawled on the cold dorm floor, hair a mess, dignity in shambles.