When the cake arrived, I cut a small piece, stuck a candle in it, and made a quiet wish under the moonlight.
“May we never meet again.”
I couldn’t eat the cake because of my allergy, but that didn’t matter. My suitcase was already packed.
On the way to the airport, I sent Damon one final message.
“Let’s end this here. No need to stay in touch.”
No breakup speech, no dramatic farewell. Just the quiet end to a chapter of my life.
As I turned off my phone before boarding, he was already calling me like a madman.
