I followed Flynn to a café where they met. Watching them embrace, I saw it clearly: Flynn was in love with Benji. Every unanswered question, every moment of distance — it all made sense now.

Later, Flynn reached out and confessed everything. He hadn’t meant to hurt me, but had been hiding a part of himself for years. As painful as it was, I understood. He wasn’t leaving because of me — he was finally being true to himself.Our goodbye was bittersweet, but honest. As Flynn and Benji moved on to start a new life, I began my own journey of healing. And in letting go, I found strength, clarity — and peace.