>>21367000"You know what’s worse?" she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not even what you’re saying. It’s that I let myself believe you were different. That I thought, for once, I’d found someone who didn’t see me like this. That you actually cared about *me*—not my past, not my mistakes, not the guys I’ve been with. But just me."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she held up a hand, stopping him. "No. I’m done." Her voice cracked as she spoke, her shoulders shaking slightly. "If this is how you see me, if this is what you think of me, then maybe you’re right. Maybe this won’t work."
She turned away, not wanting him to see the tears that finally broke free. "I can’t be what you want. I won’t pretend to be."
"Amber..." he started, but the words died in his throat.
She grabbed her coat from the back of the chair, throwing it over her shoulders without looking back. "Don't bother," she whispered, her voice barely holding itself together. "You made it clear enough."
She opened the door, the cold air rushing in, biting at her cheeks as she stepped outside. For a moment, she stood there, staring into the night, her mind numb and her heart shattered. And then, without another word, she walked away, her footsteps fading into the distance as the door slowly closed behind her.
Inside, he stood in the middle of the room, staring at the empty space where she had just been. He felt a knot in his chest, a sharp, aching regret clawing at his insides, but he didn’t move. He didn’t chase after her. He just stood there, silently, knowing that this was the moment everything changed—that there was no going back.
>"It's over." 
