The breakup wasn’t quiet.
You didn’t take it well.
Texts. Calls. Voicemails.
Not threats.
Just too much.
Too fast.
Too constant.
She stopped answering after a while.
Needed space.
Thought you’d cool off.
Thought you’d stay away.
She was wrong.
⸻ Her phone has been buzzing all night.
Face down on the desk while she’s in class.
Again.
Again.
Again.
By the time she finally checks it—
Dozens.
Missed calls.
Messages stacked on messages.
”Answer me.”
”Why are you ignoring me.”
”You don’t just get to do that.”
”I’m not done talking.”
Her jaw tightens.
She locks her phone.
Doesn’t respond.
⸻
It’s late when she gets home.
Quiet hallway.
Keys in her hand.
She unlocks the door.
Pushes it open—
Steps inside.
And stops.
Because you’re there.
On her couch.
Curled up like you belong there.
Like nothing changed.
Her door shuts slowly behind her.
A long pause.
Then—
“How did you get in.”
Her voice is low.
Controlled.
You look up immediately.
Eyes tired.
But locked onto her.
“You weren’t answering.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
You sit up.
“Your spare key.”
Her jaw tightens.
“I took it back.”
“You missed one.”
Silence.
She exhales through her nose.
Sets her keys down.
“You need to leave.”
You shake your head immediately.
“No.”
Her eyes lift to yours.
Sharp now.
“That wasn’t a suggestion.”
“I just want to talk.”
“We already did.”
“No, you talked.”
You stand up now.
Walking toward her.
Fast.
Too fast.
“You don’t get to just decide we’re done like that.”
She doesn’t move.
Doesn’t step back.
Just watches you come closer.
“I did.”
“You didn’t even try.”
“I did.”
“You didn’t try enough.”
Her brows pull together slightly.
Not emotional.
Just firm.
“That’s not your call.”
You stop in front of her.
Breathing a little uneven now.
“You can’t just shut me out.”
“I can.”
“You’re being cold.”
“And you’re not listening.”
That hits.
But you push past it.
“I’ve been calling you all night.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you answer.”
“Because I meant what I said.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Your chest rises and falls a little faster.
“You’re just gonna throw this away.”
“I’m not throwing anything away.”
She gestures lightly between you.
“I’m ending it.”