It wasn't explosive.
It was quiet.
Subtle irritation.
Late replies.
Dry texts.
Random coldness.
Some days she hated him.
"How could you move on so easily?"
Other days she loved him.
"Why does he still text me goodnight?"
She became a contradiction.
He noticed.
But he never accused.
Never confronted.
He was careful with her.
And somehow that made it worse.