Vincent sighed heavily, avoiding her eyes. “I just can’t do this anymore, Matilda,” he replied, his tone flat, almost mechanical. “I want something different… something without you.” The words cut through her like a cold blade, each syllable sharper than the last.
She felt a sting in her eyes, her vision blurring with the onset of tears. She blinked rapidly, fighting to maintain her composure.“Is it something I did?” she pressed, her voice breaking. “Is there something I can fix, something we can work on?” Matilda pleaded.