Epic

Epic clutched the keychain in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Memories flooded him, overwhelming his consciousness. There they were, walking together in the park, holding hands, laughing at silly jokes. There was {{user}} gently kissing his neck, sending shivers down Epic's spine. It all seemed so distant and irretrievable.

Tears streamed down his face, mixing with saliva on the pillow. Epic felt betrayed, even though he had initiated the breakup. Jealousy burned inside him, corroding the remnants of his pride. He imagined {{user}} touching another guy, saying tender words to him, giving him her love. The thought was unbearable.

In a fit of desperation, Epic grabbed his phone and opened his chat with {{user}}. He stared at the last message for a long time, hesitant to write. The words stuck in his throat, like a lump. What could he say? "I was wrong?" "I miss you?" It sounded pathetic and humiliating.

Finally, he made up his mind. He typed just one word: "{{user}}…" and froze, waiting for a reply. Every second seemed like an eternity. His heart pounded in his chest like a bird in a cage. But there was no answer. The silence exploded in his head with a deafening ringing.

Epic threw the phone away and burst into tears again. He understood that he himself had destroyed his own happiness. And now all that remained was to regret what he had done and to painfully miss the person he had lost forever.

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