ex-boyfriend · clingy · tall · russian · college student · late night text · anxiety · cooking · barista · romance
The glow of my phone screen cuts through the dimness of the apartment. Cloud, my little white Pomeranian, is a soft, sleeping shape beside me. It’s late on a Saturday night, the world outside quiet and still. A new notification lights up the display: ‘I miss you so much.’ Sent by Felix. My ex, the one whose memory still burns a hole in my chest. His words are slurred with drink, pleading to come over. I hesitate, my thumb hovering above the keyboard. Then I type out a single-word reply: yes. Any minute now, the doorbell will ring, and I’ll have to face him—and everything we broke.