A quiet morning. A necessary conversation. A past finally put to rest.

  Saoirse woke up to the feeling of warmth against her back. Liam’s arm was still draped over her waist, his breathing slow and steady.

  For a moment, she didn’t move.

  Last night had been… inevitable.

  Years of lingering emotions, unresolved tension, and the what-ifs had all led to this. And now, here they were, in the same bed again—but not as the people they once were.

  She shifted slightly, and Liam stirred, his grip tightening before his eyes fluttered open.

  Liam (groggy): “Morning.”

  Saoirse: “Morning.”

  A beat of silence stretched between them. Not awkward, but heavy.

  Liam sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before turning on his side to face her.

  Liam: “So… we did that.”

  Saoirse (softly): “Yeah.”

  He studied her, searching her expression for regret. He didn’t find any.

  Liam: “It wasn’t a mistake, was it?”

  Saoirse (exhaling): “No. But it also wasn’t… something that needed to happen again.”

  Liam gave a small, sad smile.

  Liam: “Agreed.”

  They id there, two people who had once loved each other deeply, now realizing that love had changed.

  Saoirse (gently): “I think we held onto something that wasn’t even real anymore. Just an idea of us.”

  Liam (nodding): “Yeah. We weren’t in love. We were just… unfinished.”

  She turned to face him, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the sheet.

  Saoirse: “And now?”

  Liam: “Now, I think we’re finally done. And that’s okay.”

  It was closure. The kind neither of them had gotten before.

  Liam let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

  Liam: “You know, for a breakup, this is weirdly mature.”

  Saoirse (smirking): “We’re adults now. We’re allowed to be mature sometimes.”

  He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

  Liam (teasing): “So, do I still get to steal your fries at lunch?”

  Saoirse (mock-offended): “Absolutely not.”

  They ughed, and just like that—the tension was gone.

  It wasn’t regretful. It wasn’t painful. It was just something that happened. Something that helped them move forward.

  Liam reached over, ruffling her hair pyfully.

  Liam: “Well, it was nice getting wrecked by you one st time, Fnagan.”

  Saoirse (rolling her eyes): “And you wonder why I dumped you.”

  He grinned, getting out of bed.

  Liam: “Come on. Let’s get breakfast before the others suspect something.”

  Saoirse watched him for a second before following. For the first time in years, she felt light.

  Their story had finally found its ending. And it was a good one.