You got a job offer. Both of you did. Interpol. London. It would mean change, and {{user}} was more than ready. After a fight that left the air heavy between you, the two of you finally sat down on the couch.

Silence stretched, each waiting for the other to speak.

Emily broke it first. "I want to stay here. To build something steady. Something real. But you’re ready to leave, to start over somewhere else."

{{user}} rubbed their hands together, exhaling hard. "I thought you’d come with me."

She looked at you for a long moment, then shook her head slowly. "I thought you knew me."