Some kisses are just noise. Some endings are better as a stage direction than a scene. And sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is walk away with your lips still yours.

I’ve started doing that now. Leaving conversations mid-sentence. Not replying to the text that asks for one more chance. Turning my head on the train platform of my own small dramas.

That’s it. No kiss. She walks.

I think about that a lot now. How many kisses have I accepted just because it was easier than turning my head? How many times have I stayed in the frame of someone else’s scene, letting them lean in, because saying “no” felt like breaking the fourth wall of my own life?