"There hasn't been an 'us' for a long time, Shahzain."
The finality in her tone struck me harder than I expected. I took a step forward, desperation clawing at my throat. "Love comes with an expiry date, Sobia? Is that what you're saying?"
She didn't answer immediately, her shoulders stiffening as if bracing herself against my words. When she finally turned to me, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. For a fleeting second, I thought I saw something-pain, hesitation-but it vanished, replaced by a calm that felt unnatural.
"So... you don't love me anymore?" I hated how vulnerable my voice sounded, like a man begging for scraps of something he had already lost.
Her eyes closed for a moment, and when she opened them, a single tear escaped down her cheek. She wiped it away almost angrily, her hands trembling.
"It's not me, Shahzain," she whispered, and her voice shook like she was holding back a storm. "It's you. Your love for me had expired long before mine ever could."