POV
This is my last chance.
That's what I told myself.
Last chance to choose myself.
Last chance to prove I'm not weak.
Last chance to end this before it ends me.
My fingers trembled.
And I blocked him.
Just like that.
Blocked.
No warning.
No explanation.
No dramatic speech.
Just silence.
For the first time—
I made him disappear.
Or so I thought.
Five minutes passed.
My heart was racing.
Ten minutes.
I kept staring at my phone.
Nothing.
Then—
Blocked call list.
1 missed call.
Then 5.
Then 12.
Then 37.
Then 100.
One hundred calls.
One hundred.
There was a time when one call from him would have felt like heaven.
Now he was calling like a man possessed.
My chest tightened.
He's panicking. He doesn't want to lose you. You matter.
My mind tried to romanticize it.
But deep inside—
I knew.
This wasn't love.
This was control slipping.
My fingers hovered over the screen.
Just pick up once. Just hear what he says. Just end it properly.
No.
I won't.
I won't.
I won't.
The phone stopped ringing.
Silence.
Too much silence.
And then—
Unknown number.
My stomach dropped.
I knew.
I knew it was him.
No one else would try this hard.
The screen kept flashing.
My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it.
Don't pick up.
You blocked him for a reason.
He will manipulate you again.
He will pull you back.
He will say "I love you."
He will say "You're mine."
He will say "I need you."
And you will melt.
Don't pick up.
Don't.
The ringing stopped.
Then started again.
Unknown number.
My hands were shaking now.
What if this is really the last time? What if something happens? What if he hurts himself? What if—
That thought did it.
I picked up.
Silence for a second.
Then his voice.
Low.
Controlled.
"You think you can block me?"
And just like that—
My strength cracked.