the rain tapped soft against the window,
like it knew everything they weren’t saying.
the room was quiet,
except for the sound of two hearts trying not to break
at the same time.
june
her fingers trembled around the coffee mug,
not from the cold—
but from everything she was holding in.
“we don’t talk like we used to,” she whispered,
eyes fixed on the cracks in the floor.
“i don’t even know when it started feeling this distant.”
kai
he sat across from her,
shoulders heavy,
like he’d been carrying this silence for miles.
“i still love you,” he said,
but his voice was tired.
like love wasn’t enough anymore.
june
she smiled—
the kind that hurt more than it healed.
“i know.
and i love you too.
but we’re holding onto pieces of something
that already let go of us.”
the rain kept falling.
they didn’t fight.
they didn’t scream.
they just sat there,
in the ruins of what once felt infinite.
sometimes love doesn’t end in flames.
sometimes it just fades,
quietly,
like the last page of a book
you never wanted to finish.
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