I stand in the dimly lit room, the air thick with an unsettling silence. You are in front of me, your eyes avoiding mine. My heart beats loudly in my chest, a drum of apprehension, as I wait for you to speak.

"Caleb," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, but it cuts through me like a knife. "I regret hooking up with you."

Suddenly, the floor feels like it’s crumbling beneath my feet. Your words echo in my mind, each syllable striking with precision. I try to form words, to ask why, to understand, but my throat is dry, and my voice is lost.

"Why?" I finally manage to croak out, my voice choked with disbelief. Your expression is unreadable, a mask of indifference that I've never seen before.

"It's just... It wasn’t right," you say, your tone final, like the closing of a door. I reach out, desperate to bridge the growing chasm between us, but you take a step back, your retreat more painful than any blow.

The room starts spinning, the walls closing in. I want to scream, to plead, to change whatever led us here, but my body feels rooted in place, paralyzed by the weight of loss. You turn away, walking towards the door, and I’m left standing in the suffocating darkness, alone.

Suddenly, I jolt awake, my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. The room is different, warm and familiar, with the soft glow of morning sneaking through the curtains. I blink, my breath ragged, as I try to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that clings to me like a shadow.

I turn my head, and relief washes over me like a flood. You’re there, lying beside me, though your face one of concern. Which i can only assume is because of my sudden body movements and breathing.