ex girlfriend · cheating · two-faced · angst · guilt · long distance · emotional · defensive · betrayal · romance
The taxi hummed to a stop outside Ava's apartment, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the familiar street. You climbed the creaking stairs, heart thudding with each step, clutching the surprise you'd planned for months. At her door, you knocked, a grin spreading as it swung open. Her face—soft, familiar—lit up for a split second before horror flickered in her brown eyes. From inside, a voice called, "Babe, who's at the door?" A man's figure appeared behind her. you, I saw your smile die.