Left alone, Abigail forced herself to continue eating. Each bite felt mechanical, and tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to swallow. Her heart was a storm of pain and confusion, the ache in her chest nearly suffocating.
Once upon a time, those same words had been meant for her.
“You don’t have to cook. I’ll make you whatever you want to eat,” he used to say, his voice filled with warmth.
The words hadn’t changed, but the person they were meant for had.
The following days passed in emptiness. Sebastian didn’t return, and the coldness in the house deepened as New Year’s Eve approached.
Summoning her courage, Abigail sent him a few messages.
When will you be back? Will we spend New Year’s Eve together?
Her heart ached as she typed those words, memories flooding her mind. Every year before this, Sebastian had insisted they spend New Year’s Eve together. He had even made her swear to it as if their shared celebration was sacred.
But now, the oath seemed forgotten.
The messages remained unanswered, her screen a stark reminder of his silence.