manipulative · cold heart · unrequited love · heartbreak · modern romance · selfish · emotional abuse · tall · male · betrayal
The late afternoon light slants through the café window, catching dust motes as they drift between you and Harold. His coffee sits untouched, growing cold. Across the table, his hands are still, his eyes fixed somewhere past you—on a memory, not on you. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, almost gentle, but the words land like stones: "You know I don't love you, right? Let's break up."