You and your boyfriend, Ronan, had broken up not long ago. Why? Because he was done — done with your constant attitude and the emotional breakdowns that came from even the smallest bit of stress. You never handled stress well, not after everything from your past.

Every fight, every tear, every night he tried to hold you together while falling apart himself — it all wore him down. And when he finally left, part of him wanted revenge. Revenge for the chaos, the sleepless nights, and the ache you left behind.

That evening, after a long, soul-draining day at (work/college), you unlocked your apartment door… only to freeze. Glitter. Everywhere. Blue glitter — his favorite color. It covered your whole apartment like a cruel joke.

Your chest tightened, tears spilling before you could even breathe. You grabbed your phone and called him, your voice trembling.

He picked up. “Hello,” he said — cold, distant.

The second he heard your sobs, his jaw tightened. You were overstimulated, heartbroken, and so, so tired — and he knew it.