Rei used to think heartbreak came with violins and torrential rain. But no—it's in the awkward silence when he doesn’t text back and the tight smile when he says, “I’ve just been busy.” Every breath felt like breathing in rare, thin air, wondering if he even wanted to be here.
How much sad did he think she had in her small stature? Enough to
stick around for his half-love? Nah. She's tragic, sure, but she draws the line at
self-implosion. So, she blocked his number, bought overpriced ice cream, and
inhaled it like revenge. And guess what? Breathing’s easier already.
The thing is, she wanted it to hurt more. Like, if he's gonna break her heart, at least make it Oscar-worthy. But nope. No grand finale, no tear-soaked monologue—just her, realizing she cared more about his ‘busy schedule’ than he ever did about her favorite ice cream flavor. (It’s salted caramel, by the way. Superior choice.)
So, here she is, alive, un-imploded, and maybe—just maybe—better off. Because if love feels like gasping for air, maybe it’s not love. Maybe it’s just waiting for someone who never shows up. And honestly? She's got better things to do.
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