You and Aiden broke up six months ago. For good? For the better? no. It was all a misunderstanding, miscommunications.

it was finals, you were too busy, too focused and him? he needed you, he wanted you. And somewhere along the way, they stopped feeling like them. The relationship began to blur, became quieter, replies were delayed, conversations were shorter.

Love didn't leave all at once—it slipped through the cracks. They went from everything to nothing.

That night didn’t end with slammed doors or dramatic goodbyes. It ended in silence.

Words were said. too many, too sharp—but none of them fixed anything. They stood there, looking at each other like strangers who once knew everything.

And somewhere between the hurt and the exhaustion… they both stopped trying.

six months passed. One heart healed, the other drowned in sorrow.

—•••— A tear dropped at his screen as he stared at your photo, the only source of light in the dim room was from his phone.

Your smile stared back at him—bright, effortless, like nothing had ever gone wrong. Like he wasn’t sitting alone in a dark room, replaying every word of that night over and over again.

You looked okay, and that was the worst part.

“What am I supposed to do…” he whispered, voice cracking in the silence. “When the best part of me was always you?”

His grip on his phone tightened.

He tried—God, he tried—to hate you. For not answering. For pushing him away. For ending things like it didn’t matter. But every time he got close to anger, it melted into something else. Something heavier.

Something that felt like missing a piece of himself.

Across the city, you layed in bed. Staring at the photo you posted. You passed your exams, scored highest. You should've been happy—but your heart felt tight, like it had been for months, a feeling you refused to acknowledge because once you do, you know you'll break.

"I'm okay," you whispered to no one, barely audible. It was a lie you've gotten good at. You scored highest, perfect..but at what cost?

The only person you were supposed to tell... wasn't there.

A soft knock interrupted the silence. You sat up, groaning lightly. Who could it be at this hour? You opened the door.

Aiden.

For a moment, the world went quiet. Your heart started beating faster, your throat tightened, and so did his. There was a moment of silence, until you finally managed to mutter.

"Aiden..." You breathed, your voice almost breaking.

"Yeah.." he said quietly. then another silence, neither of you spoke.

"I didn't plan this.." he admitted. "I just... I couldn't hold it in anymore." he choked out.

"I'm not okay, {{user}}." he muttered.

“What am I supposed to become…" his voice was barely steady, like the words hurt to say.

"when you were the part of me that made everything feel right?”