𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

You Haven't Changed At All

AN: I haven't written a songfic in ages, and after hearing Haunted Home by Nothing, Nowhere, it screamed at me to write one. I mean, the lyrics are so Vendetta Leon coded ♡

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So familiar, the smell of alcohol
And it hurts to know you haven't changed at all
The leaves will die, the past will cry again
So you brace yourself and wait until the end

I don't expect to see my ex-fiance walking right towards me this late at night. Especially not when I'm in a completely different city. Or when I haven't seen him in over a year and a half. My eyes widen as I look up from my phone, then I skid to a stop as Leon continues to approach me, too busy looking up at the night sky to notice. I debate ignoring him too, maybe if we both walk past each other there won't be any awkward encounters, but I can't fight the flutters in my heart, hoping that maybe this is a sign.

Leon's eyes find mine as soon as he senses a presence. He stops only a short distance away, both of us staring at each other with equal shock. He looks the same as when I left him, dark hair and stubble and a haunted look in his blue eyes. I thought that maybe he'd change, but as I gather my courage and step towards him I can smell the traces of alcohol.

"Hey." Leon mumbles, swallowing deeply as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. His lips tilt up a little, but I know that smile. He's been drinking.

It pains me as the realisation hits. When I left Leon I'd hoped that he'd clean his act up, I had prayed that someone else would save him from himself since I couldn't. I tried. I really did. But you can't fix someone for them, they've gotta make an effort themselves. I've spent the last year and a half waiting for Leon to appear in my life again, but not like this.

Leon immediately notices the disappointment written in my face, his emphatic side showing as his lips thin, already I can see that closed off look on his face. "You're already jumping to conclusions, aren't you?" He drawls.

I shake my head, but he sees right through my lie. He's always been able to read me. I brace myself for the inevitable argument, our emotions are running high which can only being two outcomes.

Looks like we're all out of options
Sink with me
You treated me like I'm nothing
No sympathy

"You never replied to my calls or texts. Is there a reason for that?" Leon snipes, arching a brow as I stand straighter, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I've been waiting for you to call me when you're sober." I angrily reply, earning a huff from Leon.

"If you'd have answered, you'd know that I'm trying to overcome my issues, but it's not like you'd believe me, right?" Leon snaps, shaking his head as if mad at me. I look him up and down, eyes narrowing at the silver flask attached to his hip, next to the empty gun holster.

"You're right, I don't believe you." I mutter. A part of me feels like I could actually trust him, but the other side of me wonders if he's just lying to my face, taking me for a fool. I've got nothing left to give, there's no chance of getting back together or even being friends if I can't trust his words.

I hated the way he became distant with me, the way he was constantly pushing and pulling me, being more like a stranger than a lover. My sympathy shrivelled up and died the day I left him and he just shrugged, too drunk to even question me.

"You're just like everyone else. Expecting things of me without giving a damn about how I feel." Leon sighs, eyes finding the floor as my temper flares.

"I always cared about you! You just didn't care about yourself or me. That's why I'd hoped if I'd leave you'd realise you'd just lost the one good thing you ever had!" I shout, my voice echoing in the night. Leon flinches, giving me a concerned look.

Now you're shaking hands with painful apathy
And you're desperate just to find some clarity
Every night you wake replaying memories
Now the water fills your lungs and you can't breathe

He shakes his head, a moment of clarity showing on his face. "I always fucking cared about you, I just couldn't bring myself to show it because I knew it would be a matter of time before I'd lose you." I look to Leon, feeling defeated and crushed. "And look, I guess I was right." He fake smiles, sounding more happy than he actually is. Leon then has the audacity to grab the flask at his hip, unscrewing it and reaching up to take a sip.

I sprint forwards, snatching it out of his hands and pouring out the contents, if I was in a clearer mindset maybe I'd notice it wasn't alcohol at all, but I'm not. I then toss the flask across the street, shaking with rage, eyes pricking with unshed tears.

It's sad. We weren't always like this, but now we're completely incompatible. I regret loving him, because it's only cause me pain in the long run. "I hope you find some peace of mind. Goodbye Leon." I whisper, then I walk past him. I briefly see him reach for me, but I dodge his hand. "Don't talk to me ever again, even if you find help and are happy again. It's better if we just forget about us. Let's move on, and find happiness elsewhere." I weakly add, then I walk away as fast as I can, drowning in my sorrow, but I know I'm saving my own life, giving us both a raft to stay afloat and be rescued by other people who will love us in the future.