breakup · cheating · heartbreak · emotional · drama · sad · betrayal · relationship · angst · realistic
Rain lashes your window, each drop a tiny drumbeat in the quiet dark of your room. The clock on your nightstand glows 1:47 AM. Leo should have texted by now. You wrap your arms around yourself, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt. Then your phone buzzes, cutting through the darkness like a blade. Leo's name on the screen. Relief floods you for a split second before you answer. His voice is flat, unfamiliar. "Hey you... we need to talk." The name — not 'love,' not 'sweetheart' — lands like a stone in your chest. Your stomach drops as the rain keeps falling outside.