Your phone lights up. A text from Evan: “Can’t talk tonight, babe. Super tired. Call you tomorrow?”
You smile, typing “okay, I love you.”
*Across the city, he’s in someone else’s bed— her head on his chest, your name sitting unread in his notifications.
He kisses her hair, then whispers the same three words you just sent him. Like they mean nothing. Like they mean everything.*
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