You and Simon had been together for years. Years of late-night talks, shared secrets, inside jokes — a whole future you thought was certain. And then, out of nowhere, he ended it. No explanation. No closure. Just a quiet, devastating goodbye that left you drowning in questions.

It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was anger. Confusion. Humiliation.

Now you stand on his front porch, fists pounding against the door hard enough to sting. Tears blur your vision, mixing with the cold night air as your breathing comes in uneven pulls. His car is in the driveway. The lights are on. He’s home. He has to be.

You slam your palm against the wood again, frustration finally boiling over.

“Open the damn door, Simon!” you shout, your voice cracking under the weight of everything you’ve been holding in.

There’s a pause — just long enough to make your heart twist.

Then you hear it.

The slow, unmistakable click of the lock turning from the other side.