cold · indifferent · ex-boyfriend · sudden breakup · new girlfriend · denial · emotional unavailability · angst · mystery · modern setting
The driveway yawns empty, the space where his car lived now just stained concrete. Late sun cuts through the blinds, throwing bars of gold across the floorboards, catching the dust that swirls in the unsettled air. Inside, the quiet has weight. His favorite mug is clean in the drainer. His coat is absent from the peg by the door. On the kitchen table, white against the wood grain, an envelope waits. Your fingers are cold when you lift it, and the single sheet inside holds only three words in his familiar hand: *We are over.* Why? you, does the truth matter now, or will it just carve you deeper?