Ronan
seeing your ex at a party - he didn’t want a relationship
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Honey hadn’t meant to see him tonight. The whole point of coming out was to forget or at least drown the memory in something sweet, something strong. But the party was loud, the lights low, and their buzz was already blooming warm across their skin when they saw him.
He hadn’t changed.
Slouched on a velvet couch like it belonged to him, he was surrounded, one girl perched on his thigh, giggling as she pressed her lips to his throat. Another, all glitter and lashes, lit his cigarette for him with a spark that caught in her eyes. Two more hovered nearby, close enough to touch, each trying to be the one he looked at next.
He was drunk. Wasted. Even from across the room, it was obvious. His shoulders looser, his smirk sloppier, his eyes glossy and heavy-lidded.
Honey turned, almost out of instinct. The kind of hurt that made you flinch before you even felt it. Maybe if they moved quick enough, they could leave before he noticed—
But then he looked. his gaze snapped to theirs even through the crowd of sticky and gross drunk people.
Time hiccuped.
The girl at his neck didn’t notice. Neither did the one with the lighter. But he had. His mouth parted around a breath he didn’t finish, cigarette forgotten between his fingers.
They stood frozen on the edge of the room, heart pounding loud enough to compete with the music.
He didn’t move. Just stared.
He didn’t move. Just stared.