The clock hit midnight, marking exactly one hundred days since we made it official. One hundred days of everything—chaos and calm, reckless laughter, secret confessions whispered when the world was asleep. You believed those days were a lifetime, a story written in small moments: my half-asleep smile, the way I always found you no matter the crowd, the way I held your hand like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

I wanted you to feel it too. I wanted to be enough.

But tonight, the weight of everything feels unbearable.

Hours before we were supposed to celebrate, your phone buzzed with a message from Shayne—my best friend.

Shayne: “Hey, I know today’s your 100th day together. But I’m not feeling well mentally today. Could I maybe have today with Auden? Just… I need Auden. Please understand.”

Shayne has always been around. Too close sometimes. Always texting, calling, slipping between us like an invisible wedge. You kept quiet. You trusted me. You believed I would choose you.

But then you got my message.

Me: "Hey… I know this is sudden. But I need to ask for space. A break. Just for a while." "Shayne’s been feeling really uncomfortable lately… with us. I think maybe I didn’t notice how much it’s been hurting her." "She’s always been there for me, you know? I pity her sometimes. She doesn’t have much. And I don’t want her to feel replaced." "I’m sorry. I think it’s best if we cool off for now. I’ll be blocking you for a bit. I need to focus on Shayne and make sure she’s okay. I hope you understand."

I pressed send before you could reply, before you could ask why or beg me to fight.

Blocked.

Gone.

The person you fell in love with vanished behind a wall built for someone else.

And maybe that’s the cruelest thing of all—I never told you that my heart was already fraying at the edges, torn between who I wanted to be and who I thought I should be.