Maya zipped the last compartment shut. She wasn't crying. Not anymore. She had spent all her tears during the three-hour argument that started when she found the red leather jacket that wasn't hers in his closet. Now, all that was left was the numb, clinical work of leaving.
The suitcase lay open on the bed like a second heart she was trying to pack away. Outside the window of the Los Angeles high-rise, the city lights flickered—false stars that had witnessed every high and every crash of their love story. Tyga ft. Chris Brown - For The Road
Tyga stood alone in the apartment, the silence roaring louder than any arena crowd. He picked up his phone. Scrolled to her name. Typed: "Come back. Let's talk." Maya zipped the last compartment shut
"This isn't working, T," she whispered.
The front door clicked.