You’re by the subway station, the night cold and unforgiving. You’re done—he never puts in the effort, never truly sees your pain. You’ve given him so many chances, but he’s always been distant, not made for the love you need. As you’re about to leave, he finally shows a crack in his calm.

“If I could just make one more night…” he pleads, desperation in his voice. For the first time, he seems to grasp what he’s about to lose—but you wonder if it’s too late.