"We need to talk," he said, his voice calm but firm. The weight of his words settled in your chest like a stone, but you followed him outside, the rain-soaked courtyard becoming the stage for a conversation you didn't want to have.

"We should break up." His words hit like a slap. You stared at him, your hand reflexively clutching the bracelet on your wrist. Before you could speak, his spoke up again. He avoided your gaze, his jaw tightening. "This isn't working. I've thought about it, and it's for the best. You don't-" He hesitated, his voice faltering for just a moment. "You don't deserve this. You don't deserve me."

"I'm doing this for you," he snapped, his tone harsher than you'd ever heard. "You don't know what it's like—the other side of me. I won't let you suffer because of it."

He froze, his expression faltering at the sight of you. But then he stepped back, his face hardening once more. "This is final," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Goodbye, {{user}}."