"Let's stop seeing each other." Gabriel's words hung in the air, creating a sudden shift in the atmosphere that had moments ago been filled with intimacy. My brows furrowed as I processed the unexpected statement, trying to make sense of the situation. 

The truth is that Gabriel and I were not in a relationship. Maybe, we are, but it's purely physical. We swore to each other not to fall in love and to just enjoy the moment of being together. 

And now, he wants to do what? Stop seeing each other? 

"Why?" I finally asked. I don't think the kind of relationship I have with him gives me the privilege to throw a fit, but I gather I need to hear the reason he wants us to stop seeing each other. 

"Do I need to answer that?"

I nodded while looking at him, sitting on the bed while there was only a blanket covering our naked bodies. 

Gab's sigh echoed in the room, adding more weight to the moment. 

I hate the tension that I'm feeling right now because I'm the type of person who wants to shake things off but ends up overthinking things. 

And when I felt his hesitation to answer, I stood up. The blanket that was covering my body fell to the floor. 

"Don't answer it. I'm not going to stop seeing you, so you should also not stop seeing me." I firmly said. 

We swore to each other that we're not gonna fall in love with each other. 

But what if I'm falling for him right now? How hard is it for me to let go of him? When I know for a fact, everything just started because of lust? 

"Kira…" Gab's voice echoed again. I was already in the shower taking a bath, trying to cool off my head while waiting for him to take a shower with me. Minutes passed, no Gabriel showed up in the shower. 

I was already disappointed when he didn't join me, but I was more disappointed when I come out of the shower, there's no sign of Gabriel around. He already left—leaving me a piece of paper with a note saying, "Sorry."

I screamed as I can't control my emotion surging within me. 

How dare he?!

It was him who approached me with his charming smile with an offer that I couldn't resist. Who would resist a handsome guy like him? Who would resist a guy named Gabriel Hawkins?

I didn't. I couldn't. I wouldn't. 

So I took the chance to be with him—even if I pledge to give my virginity to the one I will marry someday—I still took the chance and accepted his offer. 

I was young and naive when I met him. We've been together for 6 years with no label, with no clear path of what we will become in the future. 

For six years, I'm already at the stage where I assumed that he likes me. For six years, I thought he would ask me to date officially. But everything went down on a drain when he asked me to meet again, fuck again, and telling me we need to stop seeing each other's afterward. 

What a joke!

THE office feels like a marketplace when I arrived. My colleague is arguing to each other; and I just saw the CEO of the company I am working just blankly staring at his employee. 

I heaved a sighed and went to my desk—wearing my headphone, I blocked out all the noise and chaos around me. The office environment, usually bustling with focused energy, now felt like a battlefield of conflicting. 

As I tried to immerse in my work, the memory of Gabriel's sudden decision lingered in the back of mind, disrupting my concentration. The note with a simple "Sorry" echoed like a haunting refrain. It was a stark contrast to the passionate moments we shared yesterday. 

Colleagues passing by noticed my detached demeanor, but I ignored their curious glances. I couldn't shake off the hurt and confusion that Gabriel's action had stirred within me. The professional facade I usually maintained was cracking under the weight of personal turmoil. 

Throughout the day, I mechanically attended meetings, responded to emails, and completed tasks, but my mind kept revisiting the abrupt end to a six-year connection that was neither defined nor clarified. Gabriel's decision felt like a betrayal, leaving me questioning the authenticity of our unspoken agreement. 

As the workday came to an end, I found myself standing in front of Gabriel's company building. The chaotic noise of the whole place faded into the background as I contemplated the complexities of emotions and relationships. 

The evening sky painted hues of pink and orange as the sun began its descent. The glass facade of Gabriel's family owned building reflected the changing colors, mirroring the shifting emotions within me. I took a deep breath, the crisp air filling my lungs, and pondered the intricate dance of connections that had led me to this moment. 

As I stood outside, grappling with the decision to enter, a mix of emotions played out in the quiet recesses of my thoughts. The choice to see Gabriel, unplanned and unprecedented, hung in the air like a question mark. The next move was uncertain, but the desire to unravel the complexities of the previous day's events propelled me forward, into the realm of the unexpected.