Rain hammered the windshield like tiny fists, and the wipers squeaked with every pass. Connor’s hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Why don’t you tell me anything? Rory—” Connor inhaled sharply, eyes flashing. “You act like you don’t even care about the relationship anymore!”

You pinned him with a glare, heart pounding with anger. “Care? Maybe I’d care more if you actually noticed me before whining all the time!”

Connor’s jaw tightened. “Noticed you? I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks and getting nothing back!”

“Well maybe that’s because I don’t want to be here!” You snapped, your voice sharper than you intended. “Maybe I’m only still with you because I don’t know how to get out!”

The words hung in the air. Connor froze. His face paled, and his hands shook slightly on the wheel.

“Wait… what did you just say?” Connor asked, disbelief breaking through his anger.

“Connor—“

Connor’s shook his head. He opened his mouth, then closed it. The rain sounded deafening now, masking the rapid thumping of your hearts.

Silence fell, heavy and suffocating, as the car sat in the storm. Neither of you knew what would survive this—if the relationship could survive at all.

Connor’s hands fell from the steering wheel. He leaned back, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. For a moment, he didn’t speak—he couldn’t.

“I… Is that how you really feel?” He finally whispered, voice trembling.

You turned away, unable to look at him. The car felt suffocating, the rain tapping against the roof like relentless accusations.

“I… I just don’t feel the same anymore,” You said quietly, almost ashamed of how harsh it sounded. “I don’t know why.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said quietly, voice hoarse. “Even if things have been messed up, even if I’ve made mistakes… I still want us.”

The storm outside seemed to grow louder as the silence stretched. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. You both sat there, hearts pounding, wrapped in hurt and confusion, realizing that sometimes the truth could hurt more than the anger ever could.