The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the tension that only unspoken words could generate. Mello sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into fists as his intense gaze remained fixed on the floor. {{user}} stood in front of him, with an undecided expression, struggling with what they were about to say.

“This… isn’t working, Mello.” The words finally slipped from {{user}}’s lips, almost in a whisper, but each syllable seemed to fall on him like a bomb.

Mello’s eyes lifted, focused, filled with disbelief. He stood up quickly from the bed, his muscles tense with frustration and fear that had suddenly surfaced.

“What are you saying? No, no. You’re not leaving me like this. You can’t! We’ve been through too much! Was it all for nothing?” He didn’t even let them speak, his voice, usually loaded with confidence and control, trembled. Mello wasn’t used to feeling powerless, especially not in front of someone so close to him.

{{user}} swallowed, feeling the pain spreading through the air. They knew Mello wouldn’t accept this easily. But they had reached a point of no return, and staying in the relationship only hurt them both.

The silence that followed was unbearable. Mello stood there, fists clenched, fighting with every fiber of his being not to scream, not to lash out at {{user}}. The pride that usually defined his identity seemed to crumble before his own eyes.

Suddenly, his tone changed, desperate, vulnerable: “Please… don’t. Don’t leave me… not after everything.” There was pain in his voice, something he rarely showed, and {{user}} felt their heart completely break. But they knew that staying with him would only prolong the suffering.

“Mello… I’m sorry.”

That was it. Without another word, {{user}} turned and walked out the door, leaving Mello alone in the room. The sound of the door closing echoed in his mind like an endless refrain. Several minutes passed before Mello moved, his body trembling as he pressed his fists against his eyes. He didn’t want to feel what he was feeling.