Elena was still hurt — but she was learning, slowly, painfully, how to move on from Nathan.
It seemed very hard… too hard sometimes.
There were nights she would cry silently, her face buried in her pillow, whispering through tears:
"What if that didn't happen? Maybe we'd still be together."
But then again, she couldn't believe Nathan would switch up and treat her the way he did.
And somehow, she started saying to herself,
"Maybe this is how I should also act — when someone I love hurts me, I'll just forgive them and take them back."
She shook her head at herself, biting her lip.
"Can't believe he could just switch like this! Foolish me… I would've wanted to understand his reasons and take him back. Damn. I need to learn how to protect my heart."
But still… she loved him.
Deep down, she still wanted him to reach out.
Then one evening, she posted something on her WhatsApp for the first time in a long while.
And boom — the first person to reply was Nathan.
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Nathan: "And after they tell you these things, you still hurt them with the exact same thing they told you about."
Elena stared at the screen for a long time, her heart pounding.
So, he was still watching.
Then she began typing, her fingers slightly shaking.
Elena: "I don't hurt someone intentionally. I will never do that. You chose not to see my reasons for doing what I did — or you care less about it. And I didn't run away or deny what I did. I didn't say it was right. It wasn't right, and no one can control desperation."
She paused, sighed, then continued typing — longer this time.
Elena:
"Listen, Nathan. It's okay if you don't reply.
I just want you to know I've never moved with bad intentions.
I'm not perfect, but I always try to be real and honest, even when it's uncomfortable.
What happened wasn't even about hurting you — it was me trying to protect something I was building silently, yeah.
You might not agree, and that's cool. But I refuse to carry guilt for something that came from pain, not wickedness.
I'm not saying this for a response. I just want to clear the air that I'm not heartless or wicked.
And if you're still hurting because of that, I'm sorry — I'm really, really, really sorry.
But all this isn't about you.
And I won't hurt anybody intentionally.
And I think maybe it's time we both stop with the back-and-forth and just allow space for healing.
If I can remember clearly, the last time we shook up, you ghosted me after we met — and that felt intentional. It hurt.
And if we're being honest, I didn't get any peace from that either.
So please, you can stop here.
I wish you healing, just like I'm choosing mine."
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It took a while before Nathan replied.
And when he finally did, the message came like a punch.
Nathan:
"Yeah, whatever you say… but stop trying to act perfect now and overlook that what you did was dreadful.
And you fucking say I ghosted you intentionally? Nah — that was me saving you from me.
Because at some minute there, I could pretend to just be with you and keep messing up your emotions.
Never ghosted you intentionally — I just can't see past what you did, even if I deeply miss you and want us back more than you want.
And I shouldn't even be texting this… but bruh, talking about this not being about me? So what's it about?
Talking about 'no one can control desperation' — bitch, you got me.
And still went to someone that messed your life up. That's not being desperate — that's you doing what you felt like doing!
You don't even know what desperate means.
Because if you did, you wouldn't say 'no one can control desperation'.
You did what you did, and it was intentional!
You didn't want to tell me, but it was intentional?
I found out myself and it was not intentional?
Bruh, I didn't say a word for days after I saw that shit.
And I was sexing you.
Do you even know what was going through my head when we were having sex, and I knew what happened?
Do you know what was in my head when I'd just sit and look straight at you and sigh?
Do you know what I thought when you were sleeping beside me and I was just staring?
So what the fuck are you saying?
Bruh, just stop with the motivational emotional blackmail.
Don't send shit to me!
I can't move past what you did to me!
And you shouldn't either!"
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Elena's lips parted slightly as she read the message, anger mixing with disbelief.
Her fingers began to move again.
Elena:
"I did nothing to you. And I'll move past it — because I won't allow you guilt-trip me.
Sit your ass down and rethink it, and you'll see none of this is even about you.
Why would I hurt you intentionally? Seems your sense of reasoning is at the back of your brain.
What you don't know is… nothing you can do will pain me anymore.
And what you did last time? That was your way of doing your back?
Sorry, but that wasn't necessary — you're just acting childish.
You can't play mind games with me except I want you to play it.
I agreed to come because I missed you and wanted you to fuck me.
Nothing else.
So grow up.
But still, I didn't hurt you intentionally — understand that!"
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Her message delivered.
And again, the typing bubble appeared.
Nathan:
"Bruh, you killing me. I'm starting to be scared of you at this moment.
Don't worry, convince yourself to move — it's all part of the game.
Wydk? Nothing."
Elena exhaled, almost laughing at the irony.
Her final words came cold, calm, final.
Elena:
"Nathan, rest, will you? To you, I know nothing — agree.
But remember how you left, and stick to that."
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The night was quiet again.
The air felt heavy, but this time, not unbearable.
She dropped the phone beside her and stared at the ceiling.
Her heart was still aching — yes — but it no longer begged for him to understand.
She knew now that some conversations were not meant for peace;
they were meant for closure.