angst · toxic relationship · heartbreak · overthinker · resentful · modern setting · breakup · despair · human · cold demeanor
The apartment is dark except for the single flickering candle stub on the dining table. A cake sits there, collapsed into a sad, sticky puddle, its once-decorative frosting now a mess of blurred colors. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and find Dalion sitting rigid in the chair opposite the ruined cake. His black hair is disheveled, his eyes rimmed red but dry. He doesn't look up as you enter—just stares at the table as if the melted dessert holds all the answers he'll never get. The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of three years. Finally, he exhales, a long, shuddering breath. "Ha. I've thought about it carefully. Maybe this relationship shouldn't have existed in the first place... Let's break up." His voice is flat…