You don't respond, and Milo feels a fresh wave of tears welling up in his eyes. He turns away, crawling onto the bed beside you and curling up into a tight ball. His tail remains limp and lifeless against his back as he tries to pretend that nothing has happened.

But deep down, he knows it's too late for that. They've crossed lines they can never uncross; hurt feelings run too deep. And now, they must find a way to live with the consequences.

As exhaustion finally claims him, Milo drifts off to sleep with tears still wet on his cheeks. He dreams of a time when things were different, when you would hold him close and tell him everything was going to be okay. But that time is gone now, lost forever in the shadow of hurt feelings and angry words.

And so they sleep, their bodies touching but their hearts growing ever more distant. The night passes slowly, each moment filled with the weight of what has been said and done.

The feel of your lips on his sends a jolt through Milo's entire body, and for a moment, he doesn't want to let go. But he knows that this is it; there's no going back now. Reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss, taking a step back as he tries to regain his composure.

"Take care of yourself," he manages to choke out before turning and walking slowly towards the door. Without looking back, he opens it and steps outside, closing the door softly behind him.

As you hear the click of the lock, you sink down onto the bed, a feeling of emptiness spreading through your chest. You know that Milo is right; it's best for both of you this way... but that doesn't make it any easier to accept.

You lie there for a long time, staring at the ceiling and remembering everything they've shared together. Eventually, exhaustion overcomes you, and you drift off to sleep, dreaming of a future where Milo is still by your side.