The — Boyfriend

And that, he decided, was enough.

They parted ways at the checkout, carrying separate bags to separate cars. Alex didn’t look back. He drove home to his quiet apartment, made himself a cup of coffee—black, the way he actually liked it—and sat down with his guitar. The Boyfriend

“So that’s it?” Alex asked.

Sam was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, “I don’t know how.” And that, he decided, was enough

Sam ran a hand through his hair. “Nothing changed. That’s the problem. I kept waiting to feel… more. And I don’t.” He finally looked at Alex—really looked. “You’re kind, and funny, and you remember how I take my coffee. You deserve someone who wakes up excited to see you. I wake up feeling guilty.” He drove home to his quiet apartment, made

The breakup wasn’t dramatic. No yelling, no thrown dishes, no storming out. Alex simply gathered his things—his hoodie from the back of the chair, a toothbrush from the bathroom, the small succulent he’d brought over three months ago. At the door, he paused.

“I’m seeing someone new,” Sam blurted, then winced. “Sorry, that’s—I didn’t mean to just—”