WAS IT THE END

She had been a knot of tension since the early hours of the morning, her mind a whirlwind of anxiety and doubt. The future of their relationship loomed over her like a dark cloud, casting shadows on everything she did. No matter how hard she tried, the nagging feeling of uncertainty clung to her, refusing to let go. The smile she wore throughout the day was nothing but a fragile mask, barely holding together the turmoil brewing inside. Every laugh she forced, every casual conversation she had felt like she was walking on a thin layer of ice, beneath which an ocean of anxiety threatened to swallow her whole.

Her mind was trapped in a loop, a single relentless question circling over and over again: "What will he decide?" She feared his choice—would he walk away, or would he stay and fight for what they had? Each time the thought crossed her mind, it sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through her veins, gripping her heart with icy fingers. The idea of losing him, of everything coming to an abrupt and painful end, was unbearable. But even worse was the uncertainty, the not knowing what was to come.

The weight of these thoughts made her entire day feel like a blur. Nothing she did could pull her attention away from the growing pit of dread in her stomach. As the hours crawled by, the gnawing feeling only grew worse. She went through the motions—classes, meetings, conversations—all while feeling disconnected, as if she were living on autopilot. On the outside, she looked calm, even composed, but inside, she was spiraling.

Finally, the day drew to an end, but her anxiety did not. If anything, the sense of dread deepened. As she arrived home, the familiar comfort of her surroundings did little to ease the tension she carried. The weight on her shoulders felt even heavier now, like an invisible burden she couldn’t shake. She went through her usual routine of freshening up, changing into more comfortable clothes, but none of it felt normal. Everything she did was overshadowed by a singular focus—him. She couldn’t shake the thoughts that had plagued her all day.

As she finally sat down, her phone was burning a hole in her pocket. She knew she needed to check, to see if he had responded. But the very idea terrified her. What if his response shattered everything? What if there was no response at all? Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, heart pounding with every second of hesitation. She could feel the blood rushing in her ears, her chest tightening as she unlocked the screen.

With a deep, shaky breath, she forced herself to open her messages. The sight that greeted her made her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. He had seen her message—but there was no reply. That single, empty space where his words should have been felt like a void, a gaping hole that consumed her with despair. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

But it wasn’t just the unread message that broke her heart. As her thumb hovered over his profile, something else caught her eye. A new story. Curiosity and dread clashed within her as she tapped on it, half hoping it would offer some relief, but knowing it probably wouldn’t.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces the moment the story loaded. There he added the Snapchat bitmoji with another girl on his story with a romantic song .The image hit her like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from her lungs.

The sharp pang of betrayal ripped through her, cutting deeper than she thought possible. The walls of her world seemed to close in as the image replayed in her mind, over and over again. Her hands, already shaky, trembled even more violently. She wanted to scream, to let out all the hurt, the confusion, the anger. But she couldn’t. Not here, not now. Her mother was just in the other room, and she couldn’t afford to let her see the cracks in her carefully maintained facade.

She tried to breathe, to hold herself together, but it felt impossible. Her emotions were a storm raging within her, and she was barely managing to hold on. Every nerve in her body was screaming at her to do something, to demand answers, to confront him. And yet, part of her hesitated, afraid of what the truth might be.

Her hands shook as she pulled up their conversation again. The words she had been dreading to send now felt inevitable. Her heart ached with each letter she typed, knowing she might be opening a door she wasn’t ready to walk through. But she needed to know. She needed to hear it from him, no matter how painful it might be.

With trembling fingers, she typed out the message. "Who is that girl?" The words stared back at her from the screen, a reflection of her heartache and fear. It took every ounce of courage she had to press send.

As the message went through, she sat back, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. The waiting began again, this time more excruciating than before. She braced herself for whatever was coming, knowing that whatever his answer was, it would change everything.

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