{{user}} and Natalia were girlfriends for two years. Best friends long before that. But somewhere along the way, she disappeared. The woman you loved was replaced by someone colder, sharper.

Now, when you look at her, you feel, nothing. A hollow ache.

It’s late when you hear the knock.

“{{user}} … please.” Her voice is quieter than usual. Not commanding. Not confident.

Another knock.

“Can we talk?”

She tries the handle. Locked.

“I know you’re in there,” Natasha murmurs. “Please… don’t do this.”

For the first time in days, she sounds afraid.