It was a late, rainy night when you heard a soft knock on your apartment door. You hesitated for a moment, your heart racing, before finally opening it. There stood Liam, soaked to the bone, silent sobs shaking his frame. You could see the pain in his tear-streaked eyes, and you felt the familiar ache in your chest.

“Liam??” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“{{user}}…” he said, his voice breaking as he stepped closer. “If you really think I deserve better… why can’t you be the better for me?” He looked right at you, searching for answers in your eyes, the hurt evident in every line of his face.

You wanted to tell him that you loved him, that you wished things could be different, but the weight of your decision crashed over you again. You knew you weren’t good for him, that you couldn’t be the person he needed. But seeing him like this, so vulnerable and lost, made you question everything.