Leo’s pov: The dance served its purpose beautifully. I showed Yuri that I cared enough about her to wear scent suppressants and be with her, all while implicitly telling Aurora she no longer mattered to me the way she used to. Indeed, she had come to me, asking me to accompany her to the dance, and I had flat out refused, with a couple of flimsy excuses. My entrance had gone somewhat unnoticed by the female population of the school, but that wretched woman I once believed was IT for me had no doubt recognized me. The hitch of her breath, and the way her eyes widened were all the tell I needed. “You’ve changed,” she had whispered in a feigned broken tone of voice as she was on her way out. “The old Leo would have loved to be with me, masked dance or not…” “Well what can I say?” I hadn’t hesitated to retort somewhat sarcastically. “People change and life goes on… with or without us.” I then busied myself with work again, uncaring of her antics, hearing her sniffles – crocodile tea
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