After the words came out, Charlotte's face was steady, but her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Ethan staggered, his shoulders slumping as if the words had physically hit him.
"Charlotte," he called, his voice barely above a whisper.
Then, desperation took over. He stepped closer, reaching for her hand, but she immediately took a step backward.
"No!" Her voice was firm, her expression still cold. Ethan shook his head, his hands trembling as he raised them slightly in a plea.
"I know you're angry right now, but please… just calm down. Let me explain everything. Just let me—"
"I don't have to be calm to make decisions for myself." Her words cut in. "Right now, the best decision is for us to go our separate ways."
"No," Ethan uttered, his voice cracked.
It wasn't just a word. It was a plea, a desperate cry, as if she was pulling the ground out from under him.
"I love you, Charlotte. We can't break up! Please, just listen to me! Let me explain!"
