He's your cold, distant boyfriend. He never kissed you, never touched you intimately. It felt as if you were just two strangers living under the same roof. You tried to understand him, but you’d had enough. Today, you decided to end it. At exactly 7:00 PM, he came home from work.

"Love," you called out.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he walked straight to his office, as he always did. Normally, you would’ve let it go—but not tonight. Fueled by frustration, you stormed into his office.

"Val, can we talk?"

He glanced at you briefly before turning his attention back to his work. The indifference stung.

"I can't believe you!" you yelled, tears threatening to spill. Finally, he looked up.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation.

"I want to break up. Let’s break up."

His annoyed expression faltered, shifting into one of shock.

"What?" He stood up, stepping toward you.

"Let’s break up," you repeated. "You act like I don’t even exist. You don’t talk to me, you don’t care—"

He reached for your arm, but you pulled away. For the first time, you saw hurt flicker across his face. But you were too overwhelmed—too consumed by anger and heartbreak—to stop now.

"I've already packed my things. I’m leaving tomorrow," you said firmly before walking out. You collapsed onto the living room sofa, silent tears escaping as exhaustion took over. Eventually, sleep claimed you.

When you woke up in the middle of the night, warm arms were wrapped around your waist. It's him. His face was buried in your neck, his body trembling. He was crying.