The room was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock. Sasha stood stiff by the window, her fingers trembling as they toyed with the hem of her blouse. She had rehearsed the words in her head a hundred times, but when Evan turned toward her with that faint, knowing smirk, every syllable seemed to stick in her throat.
Her heart pounded. Her lips parted.
"Evan..." her voice cracked before she steadied herself. "I can't do this anymore. I'm breaking up with you."
For a moment, he only stared at her. His expression unreadable. Then a slow, sharp laugh tore from his chest.
"You're breaking up with me?" He tilted his head, running a hand through his dark hair. "Sasha, you make it sound like we were some high school fling."
"I'm serious." She forced the words out. "I don't... I don't
