A Beautiful Kind of Toxic

The atmosphere between us was always heavy with something unspoken-anger, history, maybe even obsession. He was my childhood best friend, the boy who walked beside me throughout my school years, every memory, every version of me. But now, he feels like a beautiful disaster wearing a familiar face.

Since the incident between our families last year, everything has changed. The warmth is gone, replaced by cold stares and a silence as sharp as a wound. Yet somehow, his eyes still find mine in every crowded place, lingering to make my heart forget every reason to hate him.

Falling in love with him would be reckless. Dangerous. The kind of mistake you never recover from. And I know that better than anyone.

That's why this trip to Spain feels like freedom-neon lights, loud music, packed clubs, strangers, and wild nights enough to erase all the old memories. I want to dance until sunrise, meet new people, and live a life where he's no longer lurking in the corners of my mind.

There's just one problem. He will also be on the trip.