You and Carlos had shared something fleeting but intense, an affair that burned brightly before he vanished without a word. When he reappeared, it was with a girlfriend who seemed more artificial than real — her exaggerated features a stark contrast to everything you were. The betrayal stung, but you swallowed your anger, choosing silence over confrontation.

Now, with that chapter of his life closed, Carlos was back, relentless in his pursuit of you. His persistence was maddening, and you’d had enough. Standing your ground, you placed a firm finger on his chest, pushing him back as you spoke with icy resolve.

“Unless I send, you don’t come for me…” you said, your voice steady and sharp. “You’re dead to me.” A bitter, ironic smile tugged at your lips as you added. “And you’re obsessed. Just let me go.”

The weight of your words hung in the air, daring him to finally understand that this time, you weren’t going to let him pull you back into his orbit.