The Last Bowl of Soup I Made for You

I sat on the couch, checking the clock over and over.

The pork rib soup had been simmering in the kitchen for hours.

When the clock struck midnight, I quietly messaged my friend and confirmed that I wanted the apartment.

Ethan Carter and I had been together for five years, yet everything I owned fit into a single suitcase.

We’d known each other since childhood and started dating in college.

But somewhere along the way, our relationship had changed, and my heart had slowly grown cold.

I’d realized long ago that Ethan’s so-called busy schedule was just an excuse to stay away from home.