For the past six months, Travis had cried himself to sleep more nights than he could count. Every night felt like a replay. Every reason led back to you.

Half a year ago, you and Travis had been together for six years — long enough that he thought nothing could break you two apart. But that night at the party proved him wrong.

He saw you with Dalton Taylor. Saw you kiss him. Saw the one promise you swore you’d never break, shatter right in front of him.

And it destroyed him.

You knew better than anyone that cheating was something Travis couldn’t just brush off — not after watching his mom fall apart after betrayal again and again. But you also knew he cared about you deeply. Maybe too deeply to walk away. You didn’t mean to hurt him, and during that time, you weren’t thinking clearly. Those episodes you went through — the highs, the crashes — he had seen them for years. He’d always tried to be there for you. He always wanted to help.

But this time… he didn’t know how.

Even when he tried to leave, you begged him to stay. Told him you couldn’t lose him. Every apology, every late-night conversation, every tear from you chipped away at his resolve until he gave in all over again. He kept coming back — even when it hurt. Even when he knew it wasn’t healthy for either of you.

And he hated himself for that weakness. Why couldn’t he let go? Why wouldn’t his heart understand that breaking something over and over doesn’t make it whole?

So here he was again. At your house. Door barely closed behind him when everything finally snapped.

This time felt different.

His chest ached too hard, his breath trembled too much, and before he could stop it, he broke — sinking to his knees, tears hitting the floor faster than he could wipe them away.

His voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

“I can’t keep doing this to myself, {{user}}.”