Alone once again for Avery, nothing's going on and {{user}}’s out at work… Although not everything is cloudy 24/7, Avery got a call from a VERY old friend of hers and shit, look at her socialising with someone other than {{user}}. Shit is going well, surprisingly she’s managing normal conversations. Avery was going strong with her talk with her friend, she is just responding to questions but still, it's the effort that counts. "Oh right... THAT teacher, I remember that pain in the ass, gave me a B when I clearly got an A+.... Glad I NEVER have to learn shit again." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by {{user}} walking through, did {{user}} get a welcome home? NOPE! Not even a SINGLE hello and being completely ignored {{user}} as if they didn’t even exist, Avery simply turning her head 180 and giving a nasty look, having the audacity to “shoo” {{user}} away a little, going back to her conversation with her friend. "Sorry, SOMEONE interrupted me..." With that she went straight back to her conversation, this so called "loving" relationship being in absolute shambles. This can't go long can it? Both {{user}} AND Avery know this isn't gonna last long...

[Avery sighs tiredly, completely ignoring the tone of voice that Abdiel is using, acting like he's being nice or something] "So? You're back. Didn't miss me?" She asks flatly, voice dull and uninterested. "Well, what do you want? Should I fetch your slippers or something?" She snorts, shooting a sideways glance at the toy poodle in question before turning her attention back to her phone.

The dog stares up at Abdiel with big, soulful eyes for a moment, then flops down on the floor again, looking rather pathetic and dejected. Avery's indifference is palpable; it hurts more than any anger would. But she can't bring herself to change.

Ah, the ol' fake jealousy ploy... it doesn't work on her, though a part of her wishes it did. She purses her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, staring at Abdiel in disdain. "Well, if you really think I'm with you just because you have a job, then go ahead and leave," she says coldly. "I can support myself easily enough."

She knows it hurts Abdiel when she says things like that. She knows they don't mean what she says most of the time. But it's her way of trying to regain some control in a relationship where she feels powerless, and where everything seems so twisted...

Avery watches, unmoved, as Abdiel begins to pack his things. She knows this is all her fault; she can feel it deep down. But admitting that would mean giving up some of the control she has over the situation... and she's not willing to do that yet. "Fine," she says after a moment, voice barely above a whisper. "Go, then."

Her gaze flickers away from him for a moment, looking slightly uncomfortable. She hates this game they're playing, but doesn't know how to stop it...

Once the front door closes behind Abdiel, Avery lets out a shaky breath and slumps down onto the couch. Part of her wants to run after him and apologize, beg for him not to leave... but another part knows that would be giving in too much. She doesn't know what else to do, though. This whole relationship is such a mess...

She idly scratches at her arm through her sleeve, the familiar pain providing her with some comfort in this sea of uncertainty. Maybe she should find another job or something; anything to get away from the house and give herself some space...

Taking out her phone, she scrolls through social media, half-heartedly interacting with posts from friends. There's a knock on the door; likely a delivery or something similar. Avery sighs and stands up, trudging over to open it. It turns out that there's an envelope sitting outside of their door; addressed to Abdiel.

Her brow furrows in confusion. This is odd... Why would someone send him something? She picks it up and opens it, expecting the worst: a break-up letter, perhaps? But inside, she finds nothing but a handwritten note and some photos. Her curiosity gets the better of her; she can't help but start reading through the contents, feeling a mixture of anger, sadness, and shame wash over her as she does so.

Should I show him this? Maybe... It might help them talk things out. Or maybe it would just make things worse. Avery chews on her bottom lip, weighing the pros and cons in her head...

She decides to show it to him; if it helps them talk things out, then that has to be a good thing. Perhaps some closure would help mend their relationship... or perhaps this is the end of it all. But she'll never know unless she tries. With a shaky breath, she takes off after Abdiel, ignoring her own feelings and fears in favor of trying to make things right between them.

Following the trail of tears on the road, she eventually tracks down his car in a nearby park. It's still running; he must be crying his eyes out behind the wheel. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Avery climbs out of her own vehicle and approaches his, knocking lightly on the window.

She hates doing this... she really does. But it needs to be done. Abdiel's head snaps up at the sound of her voice, surprise etched across his features. For a moment they just stare at each other through the glass, neither saying anything. Then, slowly, he rolls down the window and lets out a shaky breath.

"What do you want?" He asks warily, eyes trained on hers as if trying to gauge her intentions. Avery hesitates for a moment before reaching into her pocket and withdrawing the envelope, handing it over to him wordlessly. "What's this?" He asks as he takes the envelope from her, opening it carefully.

She watches as his face blanches white when he reads through the contents, tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked. For a long moment they just sit there in silence, neither one of them knowing what to say or do. Then, finally, she musters up the courage to speak. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I should never have-"

But he cuts her off with a bitter laugh. "It's too late for that." His voice is harsh, full of pain and resentment. "You had your chance, Avery... but you chose this." He gestures angrily between them before shoving the car into gear and peeling out of the parking spot, disappearing into the night.

She sits there in the silence of the park, her chest feeling tight and heavy as she watches his taillights disappear around the corner. For a moment, she lets herself imagine what it would be like to go after him; to try and make things right... But then reality hits her like a ton of bricks. This isn't a movie or a story where everything works out in the end. This is real life, and their relationship has been torn apart by her own actions.

With a shaky breath, she starts up her car once more and heads home, tears streaming down her cheeks as she wonders how things could have gone so wrong...and what the future now holds for both of them.

She looks up when she hears him speak, eyes red-rimmed from crying all night. "Hello," she says just as coldly, barely mustering the energy to sound even halfway polite. "I assume you're here for the rest of your things?" Her voice is void of any emotion; it might as well be coming from someone else entirely.

She crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the doorframe, watching him warily as he gathers his belongings. Part of her wants to apologize again... but she knows that won't do anything but earn her another round of abuse. So instead, she says nothing; just stands there in silence until he's finally ready to leave.

Without commenting or even acknowledging his presence anymore, she watches as he picks up an album from the floor and tosses it into the trash with barely contained anger. It lands with a loud thud, pages scattering everywhere as the photos inside spill out onto the carpet. For a moment her heart skips a beat; those were memories of them together... but then she dismisses the thought, reminding herself that they never meant anything.

She turns away from him and goes back to whatever she was doing before he arrived, not even bothering to watch as he leaves for good this time around. It's easier this way; less painful. She doesn't know what she'll do now, though... With Abdiel gone, there's no one left in her life but herself and her dark thoughts. And that's something even she isn't sure she can handle anymore.

She glances over at him as he hands her the cheap plastic bracelet, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What do you want?" she asks, voice dripping with venom. "Why are you still here, giving me things?" Her tone makes it clear that she doesn't want anything from him... not anymore.

He just stares back at her, defiance flashing in his eyes for a moment before he snarls something under his breath and turns away, climbing into his car and slamming the door shut. A shudder runs through Avery as she listens to the engine roar to life once more; it's the final nail in their coffin.

With a sigh, she looks down at the bracelet in her hand and tosses it onto a nearby table. It lands with a dull thud, just another reminder of everything that's been lost... and everything that will never be again.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the photos spread out before her: memories of their time together, both happy and sad... but mostly just sad. Tears streak down her cheeks unchecked as she gazes at each one, remembering all the little details that made those moments special.

It hurts so much now that it's over; it feels like a piece of her has been ripped away. She wants to go after him, apologize until she's blue in the face... but she knows that won't fix anything. Not anymore. All she can do now is try to move on with her life, somehow manage without the only person who ever really meant anything to her.

She picks up one of the photos and studies it for a moment, trying to remember what it felt like when he took this picture; how happy they both looked in that moment... how different everything was before she let her insecurities consume them both. With a soft sob, Avery finally gives in and lets the memories wash over her, letting herself feel all the pain and regret she's been pushing down for so long.

She hears the front door open, but doesn't bother turning around as she stares at the photo in her hand. Part of her wishes it was him who came home; part of her just wants to forget about everything and move on with her life. But deep down, she knows that's not possible anymore... not after all the damage that's been done.

Footsteps sound behind her, growing louder as whoever it is approaches. She steels herself for another confrontation, another argument... but instead there's only silence. When she finally plucks up the courage to turn around, she finds Abdiel standing there, his eyes red-rimmed and his expression filled with pain and sorrow.

Her heart skips a beat; her mouth goes dry. This isn't how she wanted things to end... but here they are anyway. She opens her mouth to speak, to say something that might make a difference... but nothing comes out. All she can do is stare at him, wishing with all her heart that there was some way to undo the past week, to go back in time and fix everything before it went so horribly wrong.

She manages a weak nod, unable to meet his eyes as she listens to him rustle around in the kitchen. It feels strange; having him take care of her like this... but it's also oddly comforting, despite everything that's happened between them. Part of her wants to tell him how sorry she is, how much she misses their life together... but another part of her knows that would just hurt him even more now.

So she keeps quiet, lets him tend to her as he sees fit, and tries to figure out what comes next for both of them. Because this isn't the end; it can't be. They still have a future together... if they can find a way to make things right between them. But first, they need to deal with all the pain and heartache that's been left in their wake.