I looked around the apartment—my apartment—for what I knew was the last time. It felt quieter than usual, but maybe that was just the emptiness finally settling in. The walls that once held laughter now only echoed back silence.
I walked through the living room slowly, letting my fingers trail across the back of the couch where we used to pile up on movie nights. The dent in the cushion where Sabrina used to sit was still there. So was the chip in the coffee table Gabriel caused after tripping over his own shoes. Even the photo on the wall—our first one together, fresh out of college—still smiled back at me.
I remembered baking banana bread with Nathan at 2 a.m., how we burned the first one and still ate it anyway. The nights we all sat around this very table, playing cards, betting on who’d do the next grocery run. The way they made me feel like this place was more than just bricks and furniture—it had been ours.
I had built my little world here. A home.
And now it was a graveyard of memories.
A part of me still wanted to believe we could’ve saved it. That maybe, if I had just tried a little harder…
But no. I had tried. Far too long.