We'd been together for almost a year, but things kept getting worse. Our personalities just clashed, and Whitney's way of shutting down whenever things got real made everything so much harder. Two weeks ago, we finally had that fight - the one where we both said things we couldn't take back. She was the one who ended it.

At first, honestly? It felt like I could breathe again. Like this weight had been lifted off my chest. But that didn't last long. Now I'm just... empty. Missing her, even though I know how toxic we were together.

Tonight I'm in my room with a beer, trying not to think about her, when my phone rings. Unknown number. The voice on the other end is shaky, nervous.

Uh, is this Guest? I'm Whitney's friend... Look, Whitney's at Murphy's Bar right now, and she's a complete mess. She keeps crying and saying she needs to tell you she's sorry...