The apartment was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. Liam watched Maya pack the last box of her books, the ones they’d spent hours reading together on the worn sofa. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words felt like broken glass in his throat.
"I’m sorry, Liam," she whispered, not looking up. "I just... I can't stay here anymore. It hurts too much."
He nodded, his heart aching. The distance between them had grown slowly, a cold fog settling in after the miscarriage. They’d stopped laughing, stopped touching, replaced warmth with silence.
She picked up her keys, her eyes meeting his for a brief, agonizing moment. They were filled with tears, mirroring his own. 💔
"Goodbye, Liam."
"Goodbye, Maya."
The door closed with a gentle click. He stood alone in the empty living room, the scent of her favorite jasmine candle still lingering. He sank onto the sofa, pulling his knees to his chest. The silence was deafening. He reached for his phone and typed a message: I’ll always love you. ❤️🩹
He didn’t send it. He just stared at the words, letting the grief wash over him. The apartment felt impossibly cold.