Chapter 4

I miss you. Please read this.I didn't.Two more emails came. Then a long message via Venmo. Yeah, she literally sent $1 with a note:I hate how things ended. Can we talk?I refunded it without replying.That's when the tone shifted. A week after the Venmo stunt, I got a call from an unknown number. I didn't answer. Then a text came in:Hey, it's Sarah's friend Tasha. She's not doing great. She really just wants closure. Could you meet her? Even just once?Closure. Funny how people want closure when they realize the door actually locked behind them.I didn't respond, but the updates started trickling in—not from Sarah, but from the world we used to share. A guy from our old friend group messaged me randomly:Dude, Travis, the guy she messed around with? Total clown. She went all in and he ghosted her after a week.Another message a few days later from someone I barely knew:Not sure if you care, but Sarah's blowing up her friend group. Everyone's kind of over her drama.I didn't reply to any of them, but I won't lie: reading those messages felt validating. Apparently, after I left, she tried turning the tables. Told everyone I was emotionally repressive, that I abandoned her because I couldn't handle a strong woman with options. But the thing is, people saw right through it—especially when she started crying on Instagram about men being trash while thirst-trapping in the same post.Her follower count dipped. Her group chats went quiet. Travis never became her boyfriend; he told people she was too intense. The other guys she lined up all fizzled: one of them had a girlfriend and just wanted a fling; another one never showed up for the date. She went from being liberated and exploring to accidentally single and confused in under a month.That's when the desperation really kicked in.One evening, I walked into my building's lobby, and there she was: Sarah, standing by the elevator in a hoodie, arms crossed, like she hadn't blown up our entire relationship just six weeks earlier. She looked smaller somehow, less confident. Or maybe I was just seeing clearly now."Hey," she said.I didn't say anything."I didn't know how else to get through to you. You blocked me everywhere.""I did.""I just..." She hesitated. "I didn't expect you to disappear like that."I raised an eyebrow. "You told me open relationships were normal. I gave you what you wanted: freedom."She flinched a little. "I was wrong, okay? I was trying to figure myself out. I didn't mean to hurt you."

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