This time, you’re the red flag.

He found out about the kiss. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything—it was a stupid mistake, a lapse in judgment while you were drunk. But to him, it was everything. And without a second thought, he ended things. No chance for explanation, no room for your words. He just left.

The silence after was deafening. No calls, no texts, just the hollow echo of a relationship that once felt so real. You tried reaching out, each attempt a desperate grasp at something you couldn’t quite hold onto anymore. But he never responded. And maybe that was for the best.

You knew what you were capable of—manipulating, twisting the truth to get what you wanted. He knew too, and that’s why he kept his distance. He probably saw right through you, as you spiraled deeper into a state of self-loathing.

Heartbroken, sleepless, barely eating, you were a shell of yourself. But through it all, one thought remained constant: I want him back. His warmth, his presence—the one thing that could make everything right again.

You tried. You called. You texted. But there was nothing. No reply. No call back. It was as if he had disappeared from your world completely, and maybe that was a good thing. After all, he knew how manipulative you could be when things didn’t go your way, when your emotions spiraled. He probably knew you were trying to pull him back in, thinking he’d forgive you, hoping he’d understand.

But two months passed, and you couldn’t escape the feeling that you were stuck in an endless loop of regret and despair. Then, one day, something changed.

He reached out.

He called.

You were when you saw his name on the screen. His voice was quieter than you remembered, but there was an undercurrent of concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and for a moment, it felt like everything you had lost might still be within reach.