Five days passed.
Elena had learned how to scroll through life again — replying to messages with small smiles, pretending everything was fine. But deep down, she still wondered why Nathan wouldn't stop reacting to her WhatsApp posts. He had said some of the cruelest things to her the last time they spoke, so why keep showing up like ghosts in blue ticks?
That evening, she stared at his name again. Her heart didn't race like before, but it didn't sit still either.
"Let me just know why," she muttered, opening the chat she had promised herself never to open again.
She typed 'Hey, good evening. How are you doing?'
Her thumb hovered for a moment, then she hit send.
He replied almost immediately. 'I'm good, you?'
It was too fast — like he had been waiting.
'I'm pretty much fine,' she sent back.
For a while, she just stared at the blinking cursor.
Then she wrote, 'I'm in your DMs to talk to you. Please listen and answer me. I know I've hurt you, and I didn't mean it. Let's forget about the hurtful things we said the last time and just talk like two mature people.'
He responded: 'Alright, bet.'
Her chest loosened a little.
So she went on: 'I still love you, Nathan. I can't stop thinking about us. And I know you feel the same, even if you're hurt. Do you think we can make this work? If so, let's make it work. I'll be okay with whatever you say.'
A few seconds later, his reply came in.
'Hmm. Call my name, Elena.'
She smiled faintly. 'Yes?'
'Should I talk?'
'No problem,' she typed.
Then it came — cold, clean, final.
'No, we're done. I choose peace over lust. I choose love over chaos. Because of your lies, I came across someone who doesn't break what they hold. Then I realized she was a blessing, and you were a lesson. So stay real.'
Elena just stared at the screen.
She read it twice. Then again.
The words didn't sting like knives — they burned slow, quiet, steady.
She laughed once, low and bitter. "A blessing and a lesson… wow."
Without replying, she typed 'Alright, bet,' hit send, and blocked him.
For a few minutes, she sat still, watching her reflection in the dark phone screen.
No tears. No shaking hands. Just silence — heavy and familiar.
She leaned back on her bed and whispered,
"So this is how it ends. Peace over lust, love over chaos."
Somewhere inside, it hurt — not because he moved on, but because she finally believed he meant every word.
And maybe, for once, she didn't feel like fighting it.
She sighed, turned off her data, and said quietly,
"Alright, Elena. You move too."