The Last Night We Get

Tonight is supposed to be simple. One last night in the house you used to share. One last box to pack. One last cup of coffee in the kitchen where you spent countless mornings together. You and your ex haven't been together for months, but somehow, saying goodbye to a place filled with both of your memories feels harder than saying goodbye to each other. He doesn't blame you. You don't blame him. There was no betrayal. No dramatic ending. Just two people who loved each other deeply and slowly realized that love wasn't fixing the things that kept pulling them apart. So tonight, you decide to remember instead of regret.

And as the night gets quieter, you both have to face the question neither of you wanted to ask: If this really is the last night you'll ever have together… What do you say to the person who once felt like home?