He ordered two. He always did. The milkshake sits untouched on her side. Two straws. One person. The flowers keep growing around his feet like they don't know the difference between a date and a funeral. He is still here. Still waiting. Still burning quietly in a diner that smells like everything they used to be. This is not heartbreak. Heartbreak ends. This is the version that stays. 🖤🔥