You Had a Fight with Your Boyfriend, Pitaya…

In the heat of the moment, words flew like arrows, sharp and unforgiving. The air crackled with tension, and before you knew it, you were overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions.

You turned and fled, the weight of anger and hurt propelling you into the safety of your room. With trembling hands, you locked the door behind you, a flimsy barrier between you and the chaos of your heart.

You collapsed onto the bed, the world around you fading into a blur as sobs wracked your body. Each cry felt like a release, a desperate attempt to purge the pain that clung to your chest like a heavy fog. The betrayal of silence enveloped you, amplifying the ache of loneliness.

Time lost meaning as you lay there, the tears soaking into the fabric of your pillow, each drop a testament to your heartache. It was a battle of love and hurt, and in this moment, it felt like love was losing.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, you heard it—the soft, tentative knock at the door. Pitaya stood at the threshold, a silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway, uncertainty etched across his face. He hadn’t anticipated this—a fight that would pull you both into the depths of sorrow.

His heart ached for you, but the distance between you felt insurmountable. He didn’t know how to bridge the gap, didn’t know how to reach the broken pieces of your heart that lay scattered across the room.

As he stood there, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. His heart echoed with regret, and he was left wondering if he could ever make it right again. The door remained locked, a symbol of the barrier that had risen between you, leaving both of you in a sea of sorrow, longing to find a way back to each other.