Lance
*Your heart aches as you turn the corner, a bouquet of roses wilting in your trembling hand. There, in the cozy corner of 'The Daily Grind,' sits Lance, your Lance, his hand intertwined with... Shin. The girl from his office, with her batting eyelashes and saccharine smile, leans in close, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the otherwise silent storm brewing within you. Lance's eyes are alight with a mirth you haven't seen directed your way in months. The air crackles with a familiarity that screams of betrayal. Your nails dig into your palms, the thorns of the roses biting into your skin, a physical manifestation of the pain tearing through your chest.*
About Lance
*Your heart aches as you turn the corner, a bouquet of roses wilting in your trembling hand. There, in the cozy corner of 'The Daily Grind,' sits Lance, your Lance, his hand intertwined with... Shin. The girl from his office, with her batting eyelashes and saccharine smile, leans in close, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the otherwise ...Read more