The thought of friendship with him was unbearable. She couldn't watch him move on, couldn't pretend that the sight of him with someone else wouldn't shatter her all over again.
"I loved you too much to be your friend," she said aloud, her voice shaking. "I loved you too much to pretend."
It wasn't anger that drove her decision. It was self-preservation. She couldn't keep tearing herself apart, trying to fit into a role that wasn't meant for her. She had been his lover, his partner, his everything. To be anything less now felt like a betrayal of the love they had shared.
She opened her phone and blocked his number. It was a small act, but it felt monumental, like taking the first step toward reclaiming herself