Heartbreak or Nutella

Hey," Steph said softly as she settled down beside me on the patio, her presence gentle but hesitant.

"Hey," I replied, my voice low, my gaze locked on the horizon where the sunset melted into the sky like spilled watercolor. Orange, pink, gold — it looked peaceful, way more peaceful than I felt.

There was a pause, a stillness between us, like the air was holding its breath.

"You left quite suddenly," Steph finally said, breaking the quiet. "I wasn't able to say everything I wanted to."

I let out a small breath, still not looking at her. "I thought that you probably had."

"I—" she started, but I raised my hand without turning to her, silently asking her to stop.