Monday finally came, and the cold emptiness of the bed beside me was the first thing I noticed. My hand instinctively reached out, hoping to feel Nicolas’s warmth, but all I found was the faint imprint of where he’d once been.
I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest as a sinking feeling washed over me. The room was eerily silent, and I knew, deep down, that he was gone.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I unlocked it with trembling fingers. A single message from Nicolas stared back at me.
Nicolas:
"Melissa, I’m sorry if this hurts, but I think it’s better this way. We agreed on a weekend, nothing more. Please don’t complicate things—keep to your side of the deal. Take care of yourself."
The words blurred as tears filled my eyes. My fingers tightened around the phone as a wave
