I was tired, more than I wanted to admit. Work, life, everything—it felt like too much. And then she’d text me, asking how I was, what I was doing, and all I could think was, I’m exhausted. But I couldn’t say that. I couldn’t tell her that every part of me was screaming for a break. I had to be the person she saw in those late-night messages, the one who was always upbeat, always had time for her.
But I didn’t. And that’s when the cracks started to form. I started to pull away. It wasn’t intentional at first—just small things, little delays in responses, half-hearted replies. But she noticed. She always noticed.
I could feel her getting more distant too, though. It wasn’t just me pulling away. It was like we were both sinking into something we couldn’t control, something that neither of us knew how to fix.
I never knew how to balance her needs with mine. I thought that by keeping my distance, I was protecting her from my chaos. But in reality, I was only pushing her further away.
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A Different View
Short Story"A Different View" tells the emotional journey of Zayne, a man torn between love and his inner struggles. After meeting someone online and quickly falling in love, Zayne finds himself overwhelmed by his own mental health battles-depression, fear, an...
