That day, I didn't say anything in school.
I watched them from a distance, swallowed everything, and walked away like it didn't bother me.
But it did.
So when I got home, I texted Armaan.
"Can we talk?"
He replied instantly.
We called.
And I asked — calmly, without sounding jealous.
"Who was she?"
He said she was just a friend.
They had met online — on Instagram.
Started talking over reels, DMs, random conversations.
But nothing more than that.
"She's just chill. Like a tomboy. Tu jaise soch rahi hai waisa kuch nahi hai."
And for some reason… I believed him.
Maybe because I wanted to.
Maybe because I was too tired to argue.
I said, "Okay."
But inside, I wasn't okay at all.
Something had changed — in him, in us.
That version of Armaan who used to call me ten times if I didn't reply in two minutes?
Gone.
The next day, I tried to act normal.
I smiled, laughed with my friends, acted like the conversation had fixed everything.
But the universe doesn't lie.
Because when the bell rang again…
He was still with her.
Same spot.
Same vibe.
Same not even looking for me energy.
And I just… stood there.
This time I didn't cry.
This time I walked straight up to him.
I didn't shout.
Didn't ask questions.
Just looked into his eyes and said the three words he never expected:
"Let's break up."
He froze.
Tried to laugh it off.
Tried to say, "Kya ho gaya ab?"
But I didn't wait for an answer.
I turned around and left — like the silence between us was louder than anything he could have said.
But deep down, I knew something he didn't.
This wasn't over.
Because pain doesn't end where love stops.
And sometimes, heartbreak doesn't come with a goodbye —
It comes with everything that keeps playing in your head after it's over.
And that's why…
This didn't end there
I had just reached home, trying to gather myself after everything. My mind was a mess—anger, guilt, and a strange emptiness all swirling inside me. I thought maybe it was over now. Maybe, finally, things would be silent.
But then my phone buzzed.
It was a message—from his friend. I didn't expect it. I opened it, and within seconds, my heart dropped.
It wasn't a normal text.
He had messaged me rudely, almost like he was shouting through the screen.
"How could you do this?" he wrote.
"Do you even know what armaan did to himself?"
My hands froze.
What did he mean by that?
Suddenly, my mind raced with worst-case scenarios. I read the message again and again, and a chill ran down my spine. I didn't know how to react. I didn't even know what to believe.
All I knew was—I had walked away, but maybe… it wasn't the end after all.
Maybe it was just the beginning of something darker.