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[Jasmine's POV] Five days until Leo's wedding and we're barely speaking. The four of us move through this house as roommates who happen to co-parent, navigating shared spaces with the careful choreography of people trying not to collide. No intimacy. No connection. Professional courtesy where love used to live, polite exchanges that feel like paper cuts-small wounds that somehow bleed more than deeper cuts ever did. I go through motions because motion is all I have left.

Pack suitcases for the wedding, smooth out the girls' flower girl dresses-white tulle that reminds me of innocence we're destroying. Coordinate with Leo about ceremony details while my voice sounds like it belongs to someone else, someone who isn't imploding from the inside out. But I'm numb. Moving through life already ghost, already gone, body present while everything essential has evacuated. I watch Asher text Elena constantly, his thumb moving across the screen with focus he used to reserve for me.

See Finn's face light up when Sienna calls-that particular brightness I haven't inspired in months, maybe longer. Notice Liam's exhaustion deepening daily, carving shadows under his eyes that makeup can't hide. We're killing each other with this. Slowly, politely, with love still present but not enough. Not nearly enough to sustain what we're trying to maintain. Thursday evening, Liam calls a family meeting. We sit around the dining table-same table where we've shared thousands of meals, made decisions, built this life. But the energy is different now. Fractured.

The silence between us vibrates with things unsaid. "We need to address what's happening." Liam's voice carries his boardroom authority, but I hear the exhaustion underneath. The desperation of someone trying to control the uncontrollable. "Nothing's happening." Asher doesn't look up from his phone. The dismissal is so casual it almost hides the fear. "Don't lie." Finn's voice cuts sharp. "We're falling apart." The words land in the center of the table. Truth finally spoken, impossible to unsay.

I've been quiet through their argument, watching them circle what we all know but won't acknowledge. My pulse beats steady in my throat-not racing, not panicking, just present. Marking time until I speak the thing that will change everything. "I think we should separate." Three pairs of eyes snap to me. The silence is absolute. "Not permanently," I continue. Each word costs something I can't name. "Just... take space. Figure out what we actually want versus what we thought we wanted five years ago." The air thickens.

I can feel the weight of their shock pressing against my skin, but I don't take it back. Can't take it back. "You want to leave us?" Liam's voice breaks on the last word. "No. I want us to be honest." I force myself to meet his eyes, then Asher's, then Finn's. "Asher, you're happier with Elena than with me." "That's not-" "Yes it is." The interruption is gentle but firm. "I see it. The way you text her. The way you smile. I'm not angry about it. I'm just... acknowledging reality." Asher's jaw works but no words come. Because I'm right and we both know it. I turn to Finn.

"Sienna makes you light up in ways I haven't seen in months. Maybe longer." He doesn't deny it. Just sits there, hands flat on the table, staring at the wood grain. "And Liam..." My voice softens despite everything. "You're drowning in responsibility for all of us. When's the last time you weren't exhausted?" His eyes close. That's answer enough. "We tried." I address all three now. "We built something beautiful. But maybe it's okay to acknowledge it's not working anymore." The words settle over us. Final. Irrevocable.

"What about the girls?" Liam opens his eyes, and the pain there nearly breaks my resolve. "They'll still have three fathers." My hands twist in my lap, seeking something to hold onto. "We'll still be family. Just... reconfigured." The word hangs there. Reconfigured. Clinical. Distant. Business restructuring instead of breaking hearts, like we can rebrand heartbreak into something manageable. "Reconfigured." Finn repeats it, testing the sound. "Jesus, Jazz." "What do you want me to say?" My voice rises despite my intention to stay calm. "That we're destroying each other?

That every day feels harder? That I can't remember the last time any of us were happy?" Nobody answers. The silence is confession enough. "I don't have better words," I finish quietly. "I just know we can't keep doing this." No decision is made. Nobody agrees or disagrees, nobody offers solutions or alternatives. But the seed is planted-this possibility that we could choose something different, that staying isn't the only option, that love doesn't always mean holding on. We disperse after that.

Separate corners of the house, separate beds, separate lives already forming in the spaces between us. That night, by unspoken agreement, all four of us end up in the master bedroom. Nobody discusses it. Nobody plans it. We just gravitate together for what we all know is the last time. The bed that's held us through five years of joy and crisis now holds our goodbye. We tangle together in darkness-limbs finding familiar places, hands seeking hands, bodies arranged in the configuration we've perfected through countless nights. Silent grief fills the room.

Thick enough to choke on, heavy enough to crush, but we breathe through it because this is all we have left. Liam holds me from behind. His chest presses against my back, his breath warm against my neck, and I memorize the feeling because soon it will be memory instead of present. Asher's hand threads through my hair with devastating genterness-each stroke both comfort and mourning. Finn's fingers lace with mine, grip tight enough to hurt, and the pain is good because it means I still feel something. We don't make love.

Making love implies future, implies continuity, implies something beyond this moment. Instead we just hold each other. Let touch say what words can't. Let silence carry the weight of five years collapsing into this single night. Goodbye sits in my throat-three syllables I'm not ready to speak. Not yet. Not while Liam's heartbeat still syncs with mine, while Asher's breathing slows into sleep, while Finn's thumb traces circles on my wrist. We mourn what's ending even as it's still here. Grieve the loss while it's happening, which is its own kind of torture.

Knowing the exact moment something dies but being powerless to resuscitate it. I don't sleep. Just lie awake feeling them breathe, feeling the warmth of their bodies, feeling everything I'm about to lose. My mind catalogs sensations-the weight of Liam's arm across my waist, the texture of Asher's fingers in my hair, the pressure of Finn's hand in mine. Memorizing. Saying goodbye. Letting go. Outside, dawn approaches. Leo's wedding draws closer. Life continues its forward motion whether we're ready or not. And in this bed, in this moment, we hold each other through the ending.

Four people who loved each other enough to try the impossible, now loving each other enough to admit defeat. The girls sleep soundly in their room. Innocent. Unaware that their world is shifting beneath them while they dream. I close my eyes and wish for morning not to come. For this suspended moment to last forever-after we've acknowledged the end but before we have to live it. But time doesn't stop. Dawn breaks. And with it, everything else. Virgin Dot Com