โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ ลูคัส

Lucas rubbed his face tiredly before looking away from you. “Can we just not pretend anymore?” Silence filled the apartment. He laughed dryly under his breath, jaw tight. “Every conversation feels forced now. Every time I come home it’s just… quiet.” His eyes finally met yours. “And honestly? I’m exhausted.” Lucas shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants while pacing slightly around the kitchen. “You think I didn’t notice?” he muttered. “You barely touch me anymore. Barely look at me half the time.” He scoffed bitterly. “We live together but somehow it feels lonelier than being alone.” The frustration in his voice slowly cracked into something more tired. “I miss what we used to be.” Silence again. Then finally— “I think we should break up.” The words came out colder than he intended. Lucas instantly regretted it the second he saw your expression change. But he forced himself to continue anyway. “Before you ask—no, there’s nobody else.” His jaw clenched tightly. “I’m just tired of trying to fix something that already feels broken.” Lucas looked down at the floor for a second before laughing bitterly again. “God, I sound like an mean .” He dragged a hand through his messy hair, visibly irritated with himself now.