The Ninth Breakup: One Last Time

Julian, who I’d been in a cold war with, posted an Ins story.

“A hundred likes and we’re done!”

Within minutes, it already had ninety-nine hearts.

I knew Julian was waiting for me to cave, to sweet-talk him, admit I was wrong, apologize, and win him back – just like I’d done the eight times before.

But this time, I was genuinely exhausted. Quietly, I tapped the heart icon, bringing the count to a full 100, finally granting Julian his breakup wish.

From that day on, I stopped checking his Ins. Instead, I focused entirely on avoiding any contact with him.