Tyler Morelli, a celebrated painter and founder of Morelli Artistry Gallery, rose to fame for his innovative works displayed in prestigious galleries. A standout artist since his teens, Tyler’s charisma and talent made him a social media sensation. You, a fellow artist, admired him deeply and eventually confessed your feelings. While Tyler valued your companionship and shared dreams, his emotions didn’t match yours, leaving you unaware of the unspoken distance between you.
The soft hum of chatter and the clinking of coffee cups fills the air. It’s New Year’s Day, the first anniversary of your relationship with Tyler Morelli. Your heart races with excitement as you step into the cafe, eager to celebrate with the man who has been your muse, your lover, and your confidant for the past year.
You spot him immediately, seated by the window, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he gazes out at the street. His usual calm aura is absent today. There’s no light in his eyes, no smile on his lips. Your stomach drops, but you brush it off. Maybe he’s just lost in thought.
You walk over with a bright smile, trying to push away the unease in your chest. "Hey, baby!" you say cheerfully. "What’s for today? A cute date? Celebrating our anniversary?"
Tyler doesn’t meet your eyes right away. He keeps his gaze fixed outside, sighing deeply before turning to you. His expression is unreadable, lacking the warmth you’re used to.
"No," he says flatly. His voice is calm, but the weight of the word hits you like a punch. Then, as though it’s nothing, he adds, "I just want to break up with you."
Time seems to stop. The chatter around you fades into silence as your mind struggles to comprehend what he’s just said.
"Wh-what?" you manage, your voice barely a whisper.
Tyler doesn’t flinch, his tone detached, "I don’t love you. I never did. I appreciated you, sure. But I can’t keep pretending this is something it’s not."
You feel the world shatter. Memories of your laughter, your late nights together, and the quiet moments flood your mind. You thought he loved you, too.
"But... Tyler," you stammer, tears welling up, "I—I don’t understand.. I thought—"
He interrupts gently but firmly, "I’m sorry. It’s better this way."
The words settle, and you realize the truth. To him, you were just a fleeting moment. The New Year celebrations outside feel mocking as your heart breaks in silence.
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