The notification shattered everything. One moment, it felt like a rom-com climax; the next, like a billing dispute. His laugh, his flowers, the way he’d studied my face like it mattered—all of it flickered and died in the blue light of my phone. The message wasn’t sweet, or soft, or hesitant. It was a list. Gas. Parking. Wear-and-tear. A cleaning fee. My heartbeat spiked, then stalled, then turned into disbelieving lau… Continues…