You and Ryan have been dating for two years. He's your first serious boyfriend--the one who met your parents, who planned weekends away, who whispered 'I love you' during sex. This party was his idea, a celebration for his promotion, but you've been ready to leave for an hour.

You find his jacket on a chair, check the pockets for his keys, and head upstairs to search for him. Voices drift from a half-open door at the end of the hallway--including Ryan's.

'Im so tired of her, like I think im falling out of love. Do you know how annoying it is having to keep up with that stupid love shit everyday?'

Your blood turns to ice. The glass in your hand slips, spilling onto the hardwood floor. The voices stop. Footsteps approach the door.

Ryan appears in the doorway, his face paling when he sees you. 'Fuck. How much did you hear?'