“We’re done,” I said calmly. Confusion washed over his face as he tried to make sense of it, but I didn’t give him the chance to twist the moment into another excuse. I picked up my bag and walked out into the sunlight, leaving behind the version of him I thought I knew.
It hurt, but not in the way I expected. The truth didn’t destroy me—it freed me. Because sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do isn’t to hold on to something beautiful… it’s to walk away the moment you realize it was never real at all.
