Stacey’s POV:I stared at my reflection in the rearview mirror for what felt like too long. My lip gloss was still intact. My earrings matched. No mascara smudges. From the outside, I looked... composed.Inside? I felt like a house of cards standing in a wind tunnel.The parking lot was mostly empty, except for a few scattered cars and a man in a hoodie pacing while talking on the phone. The air carried the promise of rain, thick and weighty, like it too was holding something back. I took a breath and stepped out of the car, heels crunching softly against the gravel.Liam’s apartment complex hadn’t changed, same chipped staircase railing, same ivy climbing the corners like time was trying to reclaim it. I knew the route by muscle memory, even though it had been months. Two lefts, up the stairs, third door on the right.I knocked before I could talk myself out of it.The door opened sooner than I expected. Liam stood there in sweatpants and a faded T-shirt, holding a towel like he’d ju
Stacey’s POV“You’re sure about this?”Michael's voice was low, deliberate, and yet somehow still laced with disbelief as he leaned forward in his chair. The coffee between us had gone cold, neither of us had touched it. The air outside the window of his condo was clear, the distant hum of the city felt far away in that quiet room.I didn’t answer right away. My hands rested flat on the polished wood of his kitchen table, as if bracing myself. His question was fair. I hadn’t exactly been consistent lately. One day I was disappearing. The next, I was reappearing. My feelings toward him had been guarded, tangled in the remnants of another love I hadn’t quite untangled myself from.But this time, my answer was ready.“I’m sure.”His brows lifted just slightly. Not in triumph. Not in smugness. But something softer. Careful. Measured.“You’re really saying yes,” he said, his tone cautious like he didn’t want to spook the moment.I nodded, my fingers curling slightly into my palms.“Yes,” I
Stacey’s POV:The silence after the bomb I dropped on him was the loudest thing in the café.Noah was still sitting there, his hands clenched tightly on either side of the table, like he was anchoring himself in place. His eyes bore into mine, confused, hurt, desperate. Waiting for a punchline. Waiting for me to say I was kidding. That this was all some cruel joke.But I didn’t smile. I didn’t blink. I didn’t move.Because I couldn’t.“I don’t understand,” he said finally, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re breaking up with me… why?”I looked down at the table, tracing the rim of my tea cup, feeling my throat close up.“You deserve the truth,” I said, my voice calm. Too calm. It scared even me. “I never loved you.”It took a moment for my words to sink in.Noah flinched like I’d slapped him. He leaned back slowly, blinking like he was trying to process the sentence. His jaw clenched, and for a second, he laughed. A dry, disbelieving kind of laugh.“What are you talking about?” he sai
Stacey’s POV:I had been thinking.Thinking more than sleeping.More than breathing, even.It was the kind of thinking that curled up in your chest and stayed there like smoke, coiling around your ribs, making everything feel tight. Suffocating. Every time I closed my eyes, the world didn’t stop. It just got louder. The silence echoed all the louder with the words Noah’s mom had said, and with all the things I hadn’t said back.By the time I left the cabin that day, the wind had shifted, and something inside me had shifted too.I wasn’t sure of everything. Not even close.But I was sure of one thing.And I wasn’t turning back.I kept that certainty tucked deep inside me like a hidden flame. I didn’t touch it too often, afraid it might flicker out if I examined it too closely. Some things are better when you don’t look them in the eye.I called Noah that evening.I hadn’t seen him in over a week, hadn’t answered any of his texts, ignored his missed calls. I couldn’t face him. Not when
Stacey’s POV:The wooden slats of the front porch creaked under our weight, but neither of us paid them any mind. A late afternoon hush had settled around the cabin, the kind of silence that hung heavy and expectant, like the air before a storm. The forest was calm. A soft breeze rustled through the pine trees and carried the scent of earth, pine needles, and faint smoke from the morning's fire. I held a mug of chamomile tea in my hands, not for the taste, but for the warmth, it gave me something to hold onto, something to keep my hands from trembling.Noah’s mom sat beside me, her posture regal even in rest. She had that poised calmness some mothers possessed, especially the ones who’d been through life’s hard lessons and come out the other side with a spine made of steel and a heart stitched up but still beating. Her eyes scanned the horizon as if trying to catch sight of something just out of reach.I didn’t know how we got here. One moment we were sipping in silence, and the next…
Stacey’s POV:The thought of leaving my little girl even for a few days felt like leaving my heart behind. But Chloe was right. The walls of her house were starting to close in. My thoughts, the judgment from the world, the unanswered texts, the three men orbiting my already fragile life, it all needed distance.So I packed a bag, kissed Tessa goodbye, and now I had nothing but trees and questions to keep me company.The cabin was surrounded by a blanket of silence so pure and heavy it almost had a sound of its own. Just wind, grass, and birdsong, and nothing else. Chloe hadn’t been exaggerating. This place was tucked far from the rest of the world, nestled on a patch of grassland by the edge of a small, still lake. It was a modest structure made of pale wood and covered in ivy, but it was beautiful in a wild, forgotten way. Like a place where time forgot to tick forward.It was just what I needed.I arrived with nothing but a duffel bag, my journal, and a heart so full of ache that I