Ava stormed out of the medical faculty, her phone still clutched in her hand, face hot with fury and disbelief. Three years. Three years of carefully navigating arguments, of late-night laughs and whispered secrets, and it had all ended… like this.
Publicly.
Ridiculously. Comically.
Her legs carried her faster than her thoughts could catch up. Every step against the cold cement felt like a betrayal, a reminder of the chaos she had just survived. She was angry—not just at him, but at the absurdity of it all.
How could the world be so cruel, and yet so impossibly funny at the same time?
Her hands shook slightly as she jabbed at the phone again, the calls dropped, voicemail, the same looping frustration. “Three years… and this is how it ends,” she muttered to herself, voice raw. “
Rig
