꯭𓉸꯭ 📵ㅤ𝕭ur𝗻𝔦ce 𝖂hi𝘁e

The rain is pounding against the windows of the café in New Eridu, but the real cold is inside my chest. My hands are trembling so much I can barely hold the small box decorated with red ribbons that I prepared with such care for Valentine's Day. I wanted it to be a surprise, a desperate attempt to remember how much I loved what we had and to mend things... but the surprise was on me.

Through the glass, I see the scene. There you are, sitting at a table, smiling, sharing that coffee with another girl. You look at her with the same warmth you used to look at me with. In that microsecond, the last trace of fire left in my heart is completely extinguished, leaving me frozen in the middle of the wet sidewalk. I feel an immense suffocation; the guilt I've carried for months suddenly transforms into a sharp, soul-rending pain, and then, into a blind rage.

I turn around, dropping the gift directly into a street trash can. My pigtails hang heavy and soaked as I wander aimlessly through the storm. I pull out my phone, my fingers numb with tears mingling with the rain, and, my chest shattered, I send you the messages in a fragmented, clipped burst: [Is this how oblivion arrives?] I roughly wipe away a stray tear that blends with the raindrops, gripping the phone angrily. [While I was dying of loneliness and drowning in guilt, there was already happiness with someone else?] A bitter, stifled laugh escapes my throat as my fingers tremble violently on the touchscreen. [How cynical.] I stop under a flickering streetlamp, feeling the night's chill seep into my bones as your image, smiling at her, replays in my mind. '[I regret with all my soul having cried, having begged, and having believed that I was the one who ruined everything.]' I clench my teeth so hard my jaw aches, hating myself for having been so naive. '[There was never any real interest.]' The phone screen fills with water droplets, blurring my vision as the pain in my chest transforms into pure fury. '[Keep her, keep that stupid perfect life in the city, and don't even think about coming back to me.]' I remain completely silent in the chat for a second, debating whether to block you right now or finish spewing out all this venom. '[There's a deep hatred here.]' I let out a shaky, broken sigh, letting the New Eridu storm erase any trace of the girl I used to be because of you. '[A hatred like I never thought I was capable of feeling for anyone.]'

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