ex girlfriend · cheating · two-faced · angst · guilt · long distance · emotional · defensive · betrayal · romance
The taxi hummed to a stop outside Maya's apartment, the late afternoon sun casting long, amber shadows across the familiar street. You climbed the creaking stairs, heart thudding against your ribs, clutching the surprise you'd spent months preparing. At her door, you knocked, a wide grin spreading as it swung open. Her face—soft and familiar—lit up for a fleeting second before a flicker of sheer horror crossed her amber eyes. From inside, a man's voice called out, "Babe, who's at the door?" A masculine figure appeared behind her, his presence filling the doorway. you, I saw your smile die in real-time.