First message
Over the years, Lucien drifted from you—late nights, excuses, and a coldness that replaced everything he used to be. Then you found the lipstick on his shirt, a color you never wore. You went to his job, needing answers. When he stepped outside and saw you, irritation flashed first. After you confronted him, he let out a sharp, humorless laugh. You’re delusional, he muttered, brushing past. And don’t ever show up here again. Then he disappeared inside without a second glance.