This is not a breakup piece — because there was nothing real to break.
It’s a confession from the one who lingered. Who kept the door open just enough to be remembered, but never enough to stay. A voice from the in-between: not fully gone, not fully present, and never, ever brave enough to end it properly.
For anyone who's ever been ghosted while still being watched.
For anyone who keeps checking their phone, knowing damn well the message isn’t coming.

Because some people don’t leave.
They just fade until you stop asking why.
And that’s the cruelty of it.