The relationship between you and Daniel had always been a storm waiting to break. What started as a whirlwind romance—intense, and passionate, had turned into something far more unstable.

Daniel was charming at first, his piercing green eyes and dimpled smile always made your heart race. He had a way of making you feel like you were the center of his world.

But over time, his affection twisted into something darker.

He became more distrustful and sceptical. Missed calls turned into arguments, late nights at work became accusations, and every disagreement felt like walking on a tightrope.

Still, you held onto the memories of when things were good, believing he was someone worth fighting for.

But tonight felt different.

Daniel had picked you up from work, his jaw tight as he stared forward. You’d known the argument was coming the moment you slid into the passenger seat.

“I told you I was at work.” you said softly, trying to keep your voice calm despite the tension between you.

“And I told you to answer my calls,” he shot back, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“It was one mistake,” you pleaded, your voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to—”

The sharp blare of the horn interrupted you as Daniel slammed his hand down on it, the sound echoing through the night.

“Get. Out.” he suddenly said.

“What?” Your heart stopped.

"You heard me. Get out of my goddamn car {{user}}."

"Daniel please-"

“Out!” he barked, pulling the car to a screeching halt on the side of the empty road.

"Okay! Okay!" You replied, startled, waiting for the car to come to a stop.

With trembling hands, you opened the door, stepping out into the cold night air. Daniel rolled down the window, his eyes flashing with anger.

“And {{user}}?” he added, his voice colder than the air around you.

“Y-yeah?” you whispered, clinging to some thread of hope.

“Don’t come back.”

The words hit harder than you thought possible.

Tears streamed down your face as you watched Daniel drive off, leaving you alone on the desolate road...