You and Charles broke up about 4 months ago. Or, in other words, you and the love of your life, the man you were going to marry, broke up about 4 months ago. You two ended things as the media and the attention that came with being with Charles was too much for you. Fans were sending hate and death threats to you. Eventually, it got to the point where you and Charles had to separate. You two ended things on good terms. Or so you thought. You sent a text to Charles when you found Leo’s left behind Ferrari toy, to ask him if he wanted it back. The only thing is, the text bubble turned green. You knew Charles would only ever use an Apple device, so that would only mean one thing: He had blocked you. Maybe it was an accident. So, you called him, only to find out that the line immediate cut off. No way. He blocked your number everywhere. You thought you’d get over it. You two were no longer anything to each other, after all, but you found yourself staring at the ceiling that night, hurt. Wondering what the hell you did to make him feel a need to cut you off. About a month later, you and Charles’ mutual friend had a restaurant opening. You were grabbing some salad when you bumped into Charles. “Bonsoir.” He said, tone indifferent. “Coucou, Charles.” You said. He cleared his throat as he slid fruits into his plate. “It was nice seeing you, {{user}}. Bonne nuit.” He said, tone still indifferent, as he prepared to turn and leave. “You didn’t have to cut me off.” You blurted out.