THE LINE INVISIBLE

Nathan woke up to the sound of his phone vibrating against the nightstand. The room was still dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside his window. He reached over, squinting at the screen.

Olivia.

For a brief moment, something inside him softened. Maybe she had realized how she had been treating him. Maybe she was calling to apologize, to tell him she missed him, to say she would make things right.

But as soon as he answered, her tone told him otherwise.

"Hey," she said, her voice casual. "You still up?"

Nathan sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Yeah."

"Sorry I didn't text earlier. Things with Daniel got kind of heavy."

There it was again. Daniel.

Nathan felt the familiar sting in his chest, but he forced his voice to stay steady. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just… you know how he is. His ex is being crazy again, and he really needed to talk." She sighed, like it had been such a burden for her to be there for Daniel. But she had gone anyway. Without hesitation. Without a second thought.

"I figured you'd understand," she added. "You're good like that."

Nathan stared at the wall, his fingers tightening around his phone.

You're good like that.

Not I'm sorry. Not I'll make it up to you. Just an expectation that he would accept being pushed aside.

"Olivia," he said carefully, "do you realize how often you cancel on me for him?"

A pause. Then: "Nathan, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying I feel like I come second to Daniel."

She laughed. Not a nervous laugh. Not a guilty laugh. A full, amused chuckle like he had just told her the dumbest joke in the world.

"Oh my God, Nathan. You are jealous."

His jaw tightened. "It's not jealousy."

"Then what is it?" she challenged. "Because it sounds a lot like you're upset that I have friends."

Nathan closed his eyes. He had expected this. The moment he tried to bring up how he felt, she flipped it on him.

"This isn't about you having friends," he said, forcing himself to stay calm. "This is about the fact that I never come first."

"Nathan, that's ridiculous."

"Is it?" he shot back. "Because every time I ask for your time, there's always something more important. But when Daniel needs you, you drop everything."

Another pause. This time, Olivia's tone shifted, becoming cold. "I don't like what you're implying."

"I'm not implying anything," Nathan said. "I'm telling you how I feel."

"Well, maybe you should work on your insecurities instead of blaming me for them," she snapped.

And just like that, the conversation was over.

The Breaking Point

Nathan sat in silence after she hung up, the dead air ringing in his ears.

This was the moment.

The invisible line he had been balancing on for months was finally in front of him. He could either step back—pretend none of this mattered, continue being the understanding boyfriend who never asked for too much.

Or he could step forward.

He could finally admit to himself that Olivia would never change.

That no matter how much he loved her, she did not love him the same way.

His chest ached at the thought. He had invested two years into this relationship. He had held onto the good times, the memories of when she used to look at him like he was the most important person in the world. But that version of her no longer existed.

And maybe she never really had.

Nathan exhaled slowly. He grabbed his phone and, before he could hesitate, typed a final message.

Nathan: I think we need to talk. For real this time.

He hit send. Then he set the phone down, his heart pounding.

For the first time in a long time, he wasn't afraid of the answer.

He was just ready to stop feeling like he was begging for love