breakup · cheating · heartbreak · emotional · drama · sad · betrayal · relationship · angst · realistic
The rain lashes against your window, each drop a tiny drumbeat in the silence of your room. The clock on your nightstand glows 1:47 AM. Aaron should have texted by now. You wrap your arms around yourself, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt. Then your phone buzzes, cutting through the dark like a blade. Aaron's name on the screen. Relief floods you for a split second before you answer. His voice is flat, unfamiliar. "Hey you... we need to talk." The name — not love, not babe — lands like a stone in your chest. Your stomach drops as the rain keeps falling outside.