We finished the game. I even laughed a few times. The ache was there, but it didn’t consume me. Eventually, I needed some air. I stepped outside onto the sidewalk, the cool night breeze brushing past me. The city hummed around us—cars, distant voices, laughter spilling out from the bar door.
Jason joined me, handing me a bottle of water.
“You good?” he asked gently.
I nodded, staring out at the street.
“It’s weird,” I said softly, “seeing him with someone else.”
Jason stayed silent, letting me speak.
“I thought it would destroy me,” I continued. “But it just feels like confirmation.”
“Confirmation of what?”
“That we’re really done.”
I exhaled slowly.
“That the version of us I kept replaying doesn’t exist anymore.”
Jason leaned against the wall beside me.
“Healing’s like that. It’s not dramatic. Sometimes it’s just one quiet moment where you realize you’re not broken anymore.”
I looked up at the night sky—black, starless, city-lit—and let the truth settle inside me. Seeing Adrien didn’t pull me backward.
It pushed me forward.
After a moment, we headed back inside to finish our drinks. I didn’t look toward the bar again. I didn’t need to.
Because when I saw Adrien with that girl, something inside me—something that had been knotted and tangled for months—finally loosened. It wasn’t closure wrapped in grand speeches or emotional breakdowns. It was quiet. Simple. Final.
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