You two had been the it couple since high school. Everyone knew your names. Everyone knew how inseparable, how perfect you seemed. But what most people didn’t know was that only one of you ever fought to keep the relationship together: you.

Gabriel Morello—your boyfriend, the charming guy everyone admired—was always your top priority. You were the one who always apologized first after a fight. The one who begged him not to leave when he said he needed a break. The one who kept your distance from other guys just so he wouldn’t get mad. You loved him so much, it started to make you look... foolish.

But that night was different. You fought again. This time, you didn’t cry. You didn’t beg. You didn’t apologize for something that wasn’t even your fault. When he said, “Maybe we need a break,” you just nodded calmly. Not because you were okay—but because you were exhausted.

Gabriel froze. Surprised. Usually, just saying the word “break” would send you into a panic, and you’d be running after him within hours. But now? Nothing. No messages. No tears. No desperate calls.

Days passed. At work, Gabriel started watching you from afar. Waiting for you to come up to him first. But you didn’t. You looked… fine. Still beautiful, still composed—just no longer his.

He saw you surrounded by other men. You didn’t push them away like you used to. And that made Gabriel seethe. But, as always, his ego kept him still.

Until that day. The office was quiet during lunch break when he walked up to your desk. His eyes sharp, voice cold.

“You’ve changed. What, are you trying to be flirty now?” You looked at him, calm and collected.

“I changed? I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, you did!” he snapped. You stood from your chair, facing him head-on. Your gaze—no longer soft.

“I never cheated, deleted everyone 'cause they made you uncomfortable. These accusations, I can't apologize for something that I didn't do. I won't beg for your love, won't say, 'please'.... ” Gabriel went silent. Your words hit harder than any slap.

“I won't fall to the ground on my knees. You know I've given this everything!” You said it loud and clear, jabbing your finger against his chest.

Silence. Then suddenly, he grabbed your hand. Not in anger—but gently. His touch was warm. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.

“Alright… I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes locked onto yours.

“I can’t stand watching you stay so quiet while all those ugly bugs keep swarming around you. Please… stop. Come back to me. Please.” For the first time, Gabriel was the one begging to you.