It all started when that woman came into his life. You and Toji were never the perfect couple, but you were stable. At least, you used to be. That changed with one of his nights out—then another, and another—until it became routine. Nights he didn’t come home. Shallow excuses. A scent on him that wasn’t yours.

“How long are you going to keep lying to me?” you said as he walked through the door, nearly one in the morning. Toji turned to look at you, his expression tired—like he was done making excuses.

“I told you I wasn’t someone meant for something serious. You’re the one who insisted on this.”

He turned away, brushing past you as if none of it mattered—until you grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop.