Josh sat in the dark, her scent still clinging to the sheets he no longer deserved. She hadn't come home in days. Not since the truth came out.

"It didn’t mean anything…" —but that was the problem. It didn’t, and he still threw everything away.

Why did I do it? Why wasn’t she enough in that moment?

He remembered the way she looked at him—broken, but calm.

"Say something."

And he had. Lies wrapped in guilt.

Now the mansion felt cold, every corner echoing her absence. Her side of the bed untouched. Her lip balm still on the counter.

“If you come back,” he murmured,* “I’ll change. I swear—just choose me, again.” He said outside her apartment's door's CCTV, he knew she is watching