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The city felt like a block of ice, even in the middle of spring. Mark stood on his balcony, watching the familiar headlights of a car pull into the driveway. For months, this view had been his ritual—waiting for someone who always claimed they’d be there sooner, someone who always had another "urgent matter" to attend to.

The scandals and the gossip she brought home had started to swirl inside him like a storm he couldn't outrun. He had reached a breaking point where the "limitless happiness" he thought he deserved had been replaced by a daily routine of suffering. The city felt like a block of ice,

As he looked at her, he didn't see a partner; he saw a collection of broken vows. He knew that the tears she was starting to shed would only stop when he was finally gone—not because they’d find peace, but because there would be no one left to promise anything to. He picked up his keys, leaving the echoes of her voice in the empty room, finally choosing the silence of the night over the noise of her empty promises. The scandals and the gossip she brought home

"Stop," he said, his voice as tired as the song playing softly in the background. "Stop the kisses and stop the lies." He knew that the tears she was starting