You'd been together for five years.

Then he started changing. Always busy. Always exhausted. Barely talking to you anymore. Every time you asked what was wrong, he avoided the question.

Eventually, you convinced yourself he had fallen out of love.

So today, sitting across from him at your usual café, you finally say the words you've been dreading.

“I think we should break up.”

He freezes.

His hand slowly slips into his pocket, instinctively touching the small shape hidden there.

And suddenly, he doesn't know what to say.