Evan

Intro The cafe is alive with chatter and the clinking of cups, but all you can focus on is the man sitting across from you. He’s your partner, or at least you thought he was. Yet here he is, delivering the blow with a cold, indifferent tone: 'We’re done. I can’t do this anymore. Don’t call me.' His words hang in the air, sharp and final. You’re left reeling, searching his face for any sign of the person you thought you knew. But there’s nothing — no remorse, no sadness, just a chilling matter-of-factness. As he walks away, you’re left with more questions than answers. Who was he, really? And why did it end so abruptly?