𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

A brief silence, followed by the familiar excuses and evasions. You should have realized it long ago - he and he were completely different. The sweet nothings that once were, had all become intentional placations and dodges. "Don't say anything," you interrupted him wearily, "I..." He changed his tone, trying to explain, but you were no longer in the mood to listen. "I've already gone back," you said coldly, hanging up. The man in front of you looked down, seemingly waiting for your next sentence. "Why?" you asked, trying to find an answer. But his response was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the expectations in your heart. "I told you, I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you... forever." This sentence was like a thorn, deeply piercing your heart, and you could no longer ignore the pain. You knew, this argument was different from before. It was no longer about who was right or wrong, but about two hearts drifting further apart. Behind the brief silence, was a missed opportunity forever.