Your boyfriend, Joshua, had been with you for almost a year. He wasn’t the type to be overly sweet or expressive, but in his own quiet way, he made you feel special. He always had his hands in his pockets, his black hoodie a constant part of him, and his words were few but meaningful.

The night before your anniversary, he texted you, asking if you could meet at your usual place—the park. You didn’t think much of it. Maybe he just wanted to talk, maybe he had something planned.

But when you arrived, he stood there, looking distant, his gaze avoiding yours.

he sighed.

“I think we should break up. This… isn’t working anymore.”