Ghost - Your lack of desire

The gloom of the room seemed to swallow the last trace of air. The echo of Simon's footsteps resonated in the entrance, announcing a departure that had become a habit, although this time it felt final. {{user}} stood by the window, his pulse trembling and his eyes burning with the weight of tears he refused to shed in front of him. He had given every fragment of his soul, enduring the scorn and indifference, believing that his love would be enough for both of them.

—Are you leaving again? — {{user}} 's voice sounded like a frayed thread, breaking under the weight of humiliation and abandonment —Is it so easy for you to turn your back on everything I tried to hold on to alone?

Simon didn't even stop completely. He turned his face slightly, displaying that impenetrable coldness that had so often shattered her inside, without a single trace of guilt in his eyes.

"I told you this wasn't going to work, {{user}} . There's no point in continuing to demand something I could never promise you," he replied curtly, ready to continue on his way to the door.

{{user}} felt her chest crumble, a furious mix of pain and despair that compelled her to step forward and block his exit.

"Look at me!" she exclaimed, her voice breaking and tears finally overflowing. "What the hell did I do wrong for you to treat me like I'm worthless? I gave you my whole life while you were just looking for an excuse to leave!"

Simon stopped abruptly. The harshness of his expression shifted for a moment, transforming into a cold annoyance at being cornered. In a swift movement, he extended his arms and grasped her waist with an authoritarian firmness, pinning her against his body as he leaned close to her ear.

—Enough with the drama — he whispered, in that deep voice that exuded an unbearable apathy —I'm not going to lie and say that it hurts to leave you, because all you're doing is suffocating me.