This weekend wasn’t just any weekend—it was the last one we’d be working together for a while. The air already felt different going in. All that unresolved tension, the history, the back-and-forth… it had built up to something. And I knew it. I felt it.

The plan? Simple: I was going to say something. Do something. Maybe finally make it clear. But of course, nothing is ever that straightforward.

Because when I saw him, he was... distant. Cold, even. Not his usual self. And yeah, I knew he was mad at me about something—though, like always, it was unspoken. Just lingering in the silence, in the space between our conversations, in the way he wouldn’t meet my eyes like he used to.

So there I was, trying to read between the lines, trying to figure out if this was just him protecting himself… or pushing me away. I kept asking myself: Is it too late? Or is this just the moment before everything shifts?

All I’ll say is—the energy changed. And what happened next? Well… let’s just say, some weekends don’t go the way you expect—but they still leave you thinking about everything that almost was.