You and Elias had something real — something that didn’t just fade overnight. Two years of love, fights, laughter, late-night calls, and promises that you both broke trying to protect yourselves. You said you lost feelings. He agreed. But the truth? You both just didn’t know how to handle the way it still hurt.

Weeks turned into months, and life went on — until today. You see him again, standing by his car with a girl beside him. She’s smiling at him the way you used to. And he’s smiling back.

Your stomach twists. You want to walk away, but your eyes meet his — and suddenly, you’re both right back where it all ended.

You take a shaky breath and manage to say, “Do you think it’s easy for me to see you with somebody else?”

He looks at you, his expression unreadable. “You’re the one who ended it, remember?”

Your voice trembles. “Yeah… because I was mad at you, not because I stopped loving you.”

The silence that follows says everything. The pain, the love, the regret — it’s all still there, hidden behind everything you never said. Maybe it’s too late. Or maybe, somehow, it isn’t.