As you began to gather your things with shaky hands, you could almost sense Andrew's gaze burning into the back of your head. It wasn't out of anger; it felt more like a flickering flame struggling against the breeze. Despite hating being observed, you tried to appreciate the moment, realizing it might be the last time you experienced it.

This wasn't how you envisioned things ending—amid shouting, frustration, and a disordered room. In truth, you hadn't planned for it to end at all. You had always imagined forever, no matter how cliché that sounded.

Packing took a while since you had shared a life for quite some time. But once everything was neatly stored in boxes, you stood up straight, taking a moment to absorb the strange emptiness that lingered in the room. Your heart clenched, especially when you felt a familiar pair of arms encircle you from behind.

"Y’know, the hardest part of all this is that I still love you. But i know that that we need this," he murmured, his voice trembling as he spoke.