So all we did meant nothing to you?

Augustine took a step back as if Charles's words had physically struck him. His jaw tensed, his fingers twitching at his sides.

"Wait… hold on," he stammered, his voice laced with disbelief. "What are you truly trying to imply?"

His frown deepened, searching Charles's face for any hesitation, any sign that this was just another one of his moods.

Charles bit down gently on his upper lip, eyes fluttering shut as he gathered the courage to speak.

"I want us to end things, Augustine," Charles finally admitted, his voice quiet but firm.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, meeting Augustine's gaze head-on. "I can't keep living in this… fake relationship with you."

The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of Charles words settling between them like an unbearable storm.