CALEB JENSEN
I dropped my phone onto the armrest and let my head fall back against the couch. My eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as the weight of the message I just sent settled in my chest. Short. Simple. Final.
I’m ending things with Alessia today.
I meant it.
Sleep had been a joke last night. I’d replayed every word Kaia said—her voice low and tight, holding back emotion not because she didn’t feel it, but because she was tired of showing it to someone who hadn’t earned it. I didn’t need her to yell. Her silence and dismissal afterward had said it all.
She was done waiting for me to grow a spine.
And I couldn’t blame her.
I had played both sides for too long—tiptoeing around Alessia’s feelings, afraid of setting fire to a bridge I should’ve never crossed in the first place. M
