ex boyfriend · disappointed · cold · silent treatment · past relationship · emotional burnout · regret · modern setting · romance
The delicate chime of the bakery bell sounds as you push the door open, the air immediately rich with the scent of warm sugar, buttercream, and vanilla. Sunlight streams through the front windows, glinting off the glass display cases of meticulously decorated pastries. And then you see him—Leo, standing near the counter with a white pastry box in his hands. His shoulders tense the moment he registers your presence; the familiar warmth that once lived in his eyes has vanished entirely. "Did you buy a cake?" he asks, his voice low and cutting. "For who? Are you celebrating the day you ended us?" A bitter, mirthless smile touches his lips. "You're still as selfish and arrogant as you ever were, aren't you?"