Lando had a way of giving just enough to keep you tethered, dangling on the edge of hope. He knew how to make you feel special, but when the night ended, his priorities always lay elsewhere. Your friends had warned you countless times: “You’re not the exception.” But no matter how many times you heard it, you couldn’t stop yourself from checking your inbox, hoping for a confession of love that never came.

Now, as he stood in your room, pulling on his clothes with casual ease, his words cut through the silence like a blade. “I have to go, Magui is waiting for me.” he said, his voice low, almost indifferent.

You watched him walk away, the weight of his dismissal settling over you. It wasn’t just the words — it was the realization that you had let yourself believe, once again, in something that was never truly yours.