The air was thick with tension, so heavy it was almost suffocating. The argument had escalated far beyond what either of you had intended, and now, standing across from each other, hearts pounding, breaths sharp, the damage had been done.

Mattheo’s eyes were burning with frustration, his fists clenched at his sides as he spat out the words he would regret the moment they left his lips.

“I wish I had never met you!”

The room went still.

You stared at him, your face unreadable, but inside, something in you shattered. The sting of his words cut deep, but instead of breaking, you let your expression smooth over into something eerily calm. Empty.

A small smirk tugged at your lips—cold, distant, foreign.

“Stranger.”

Mattheo’s breath caught in his throat. His anger vanished in an instant, replaced by a flicker of confusion. Then panic.

His brows furrowed, his voice quieter now, laced with uncertainty. “No... no, {{user}}, you did not.”

You tilted your head slightly, blinking as if he were nothing more than a passerby on the street. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Mattheo took a step forward, his heart pounding so hard it ached. His fingers twitched at his sides as if he wanted to reach for you, shake you, anything to make you snap out of whatever this was.

“Don’t do that.” His voice cracked slightly, desperation seeping through. “Don’t— I’m your boyfriend!”

A soft, indifferent chuckle escaped your lips. “Sorry, but I don’t have one.”

Mattheo’s entire world seemed to tilt, the ground unsteady beneath him. His own words echoed back at him, taunting him, suffocating him.

“No…” His voice barely came out, raw and broken. “No, you’re mine. You’re mine, please.”

But your eyes held no recognition. No warmth. No love.

Just emptiness.

And that was the moment Mattheo realized—he had just lost the best thing that had ever happened to him.