Aira thought if she ignored him long enough, he would stop.
He didn’t.
He didn’t text constantly. He didn’t call every hour.
But every two days, there was something.
Did you eat?
You left your medical file here.
You forgot your scarf in my car.
Small reasons.
Always small.
She knew what he was doing.
He wasn’t trying to reconcile.
He was trying not to disappear.
And that made it worse.
—
Three days later, she ran into him again.
This time at a mutual friend’s engagement dinner.
She had almost not gone.
But she was tired of shrinking.
When she walked into the restaurant and saw him already seated at the table, something inside her folded quietly.
He stood immediately when he saw her.
He didn’t smile.
He just watched.
The others didn’t notice the tension. They laughed.
