**Mateo's POV**

No goodbye. No breakup. Nothing! I still couldn't agree she left me.

Not really.

Not deep down where it counted.

I kept waiting for the door to open, for her to walk back in with that soft half-smile she wore when she was tired but happy to see me, for her to say she had overreacted, that we could fix it.

Who wouldn't forgive her? Before she even apologized, I knew it was a mistake.

But the apartment stayed silent. Her phone sat on my desk like a relic - cracked screen, passcode still her birthday, necklace coiled beside it like a broken promise.

She did break my...