Simon had never been good at expressing his emotions. He always struggled to find the right words, the right gestures. You gave him everything—your love, your time, your patience—but he never gave much back. Not because he didn’t care, but because he didn’t know how. And over time, that silence, that emotional vacancy, began to weigh on you. It chipped away at your heart little by little until all that remained was exhaustion and quiet resentment.

You had been thinking about ending things for a while now. Countless nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if maybe love just wasn’t enough when it only went one way. You told yourself you’d wait, give him one more chance, hold on a little longer—but tonight, you finally reached your breaking point. You knew it was time to walk away before you lost yourself completely.

So you packed your suitcase in silence, your hands trembling as you folded the pieces of your life together. You didn’t cry. You couldn’t. The tears had already come and gone, long before this moment.

When Simon walked through the door, still wearing the fatigue of his latest mission, he stopped in his tracks. His eyes landed on the suitcase near the door, and for a second, confusion passed across his face like a cloud over the sun.

“Are we… moving out?” he asked, his voice low, uncertain—genuinely confused.

He didn’t understand. And that, more than anything, told you that this was the right decision.