She started ranting about how I’ve turned into a damn iceberg, cold as hell.
And yeah, she wasn’t wrong—I was a walking zombie. Grinding 10-hour shifts, I’d drag myself home, drained to the bone. Sex? Man, it wasn’t the wild, mind-blowing ride it used to be. Hell, sometimes my dick just gave up, refusing to play ball. Fucking exhaustion, that’s the culprit.
Then she hit me with it: “I need someone who’s actually alive, not a corpse.”
A month later, I see her with this so-called “alive” dude, chilling by the entrance like they own the place.
Now I’m stuck wondering: if I hadn’t been so goddamn wrecked from work, would she still be mine?
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