The cool winter air brushed against your skin, lifting strands of your hair as it passed. On any other day, the chill might’ve felt crisp and refreshing—but today, it only deepened the ache in your chest.

“We… should stop seeing each other.” Mikey’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but it hit like a thunderclap.

He didn’t give a reason. He didn’t need to. The look in his dark eyes—quiet, distant, almost haunted—said everything he couldn’t.

You stood there frozen, unsure if it was the wind or his words that left you numb.

Just a few feet away, Draken waited silently by their bikes. He didn’t look over, but his presence felt like a wall between you and whatever questions you still wanted to ask.

Mikey offered a soft, bittersweet smile. One filled with regret, not cruelty.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, more gently this time. He waited, his breath visible in the cold, his expression unreadable.