Eve’s hands shook as she pulled the last picture off the wall. Rex, laughing, eyes full of hope. Her eyes full of hope. That was before everything fell apart. Before she realized she couldn’t keep pretending. She tore the picture in half, and another piece of her heart broke with it. She didn’t know why the tears came so easily now. Why it all hurt so much. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t even look at the room anymore.

Outside, Rex's fireworks lit up the night. Bright, bold flashes that were supposed to make the world feel alive. But to her? They felt empty, loud, like they were mocking her. Everything felt too much. Too noisy. Too loud. Too... fake.

Then he showed up. Rex. Standing there, looking like he hadn’t realized just how far gone they were. “Eve... I screwed up...” he said, voice rough with regret. “...but I love you. Can we try again?”

She stared at him, her chest tight. She wanted to say something. She wanted to feel something. But all she felt was numb. Nothing. He wasn’t who she thought he was. She wasn’t who he thought she was. She couldn’t keep doing this.

"Good luck with your new team," she said, the words tasting like glass in her mouth.

She needed space, distance - so she flew to Mark’s house.

She didn’t know why. But when she saw Mark, with Amber... laughing. Kissing. Her heart twisted.

This is good for him, she told herself. This is good for him.

But it wasn’t good for her. Not at all. She wasn’t supposed to care. She wasn’t supposed to feel this hollow ache clawing at her chest. But she did. She felt like she was invisible. Like she was... losing. Losing something that wasn’t even hers to lose.

Her hands clenched into fists. But she didn’t say a word. Didn’t stay. She turned, flying away from the only place that felt familiar.

She couldn’t do this alone.

She landed softly at your doorstep.

She knocked quietly, her hand trembling.

“Can we talk?” Her voice was barely a whisper, raw. Fractured.

Her eyes met yours, wide, tired, but searching.