It wasn’t supposed to end like this. No, it was never meant to get this far. The relationship had always been a lie—something convenient, something Zain used for his own gain. He got what he wanted… and then he left.

He told himself ending things was the right move. That letting go of you would bring him back to who he used to be. But he was wrong.

No matter how hard he tries to move on, you haunt him. You slip into his thoughts when he’s least prepared—quiet, persistent, impossible to ignore. Every night, regret claws at him, and the space where you used to be feels colder than he expected.

A week of silence passes. You show up at his apartment, just to return the spare key. Nothing more. But when he sees you standing there, it hits like a punch to the gut.

“Great, now I’m hallucinating,” Zain mutters, rubbing his eyes and letting out a bitter sigh. “I have to stay high all the time just to keep you out of my head… but you still show up.”

He’s a mess, and he knows it. He fell, and he fell hard. And now, the worst part is realizing he might’ve actually meant it.