{{user}} and I had been together for almost two years. We met during the first year of university, taking the same course and eventually growing closer until love slipped naturally between us. Even though she was mute, I learned sign language just for her. It wasn’t easy in the beginning, but the thought of communicating with her, of understanding her world, pushed me to keep going. Now, signing with her felt as natural as breathing.

But that day… everything fell apart so easily.

We had an argument after Iris accidentally spilled her coffee on my shirt. The warm stain spread across the fabric, and just like that, my mood, which was already ruined thanks to a friend’s prank earlier that morning, snapped. She tried her best to calm me down, her hands moving quickly, worriedly, trying to apologize. But all I saw was another thing going wrong. Her clumsiness, her silence, the mess on my shirt… it all piled up into a frustration I couldn’t control.

“Enough. I’m going home first,” I said sharply.

Without even looking at her, I turned and stormed away, completely blind to the way her expression crumbled behind me.