You never saw it coming. That’s what hurts the most.

So now you sit in the quiet. The door clicks shut behind her. And for the first time in a long time, the silence isn’t peaceful. It’s just… hers.

She leaves you not with anger, but with questions. With her favorite hoodie still draped over the chair. With a half-empty bottle of red wine on the counter and two glasses—one rinsed, one not.