It was late at night when you agreed to meet your ex, Riki. He said he just wanted to talk one last time — and you said yes, not because you owed him anything, but because you were done with all his bullshit.

The relationship ended because of his jealousy, his possessiveness — things you hated the most. You knew you never lacked in giving him assurance. You were always there, always clear. But it was never enough for him.

He asked you to meet in a dimly lit alley. It sounded sketchy, but you trusted Riki. That’s why you went. Seeing him there, the mess that he was ever since you left, you felt… nothing. No pity, no anger — just emptiness. His eyes were tired, like he hadn't slept in days, but that was no longer your problem. He brought this on himself.

“Thanks for coming,” he said, voice low, like he was scared you'd disappear if he spoke too loud.

“I miss you,” he finally said.