"All I need's a little love in my life," the singer pleaded into his ears. Leo closed his eyes, leaning his head against the cold glass of the window. He didn't need a grand gesture or a cinematic reunion. He just needed the ache to stop—to find someone who wouldn't leave his heart in pieces on the floor of a crowded room.
As the song reached its peak, a swell of defiance rose in him. He realized he was tired of being the victim of his own memories. He watched his reflection in the dark window, a silhouette of a man holding onto a broken thing. With the final fade of the audio, Leo took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out into the rain, leaving the ghosts in the booth behind him. Rixton: Me And My Broken Heart (Audio)
The beat was steady, a sharp contrast to the irregular thumping in his chest. As the lyrics kicked in, Leo felt the familiar sting of a love that had promised forever but delivered a deadline. He remembered the way she used to laugh at his jokes before the arguments started to outnumber the smiles. Now, he was just a man haunted by a ghost who was still very much alive, just not with him. "All I need's a little love in my