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I’d rearrange his furniture when he wasn’t home. By the time our lease was up, we weren’t even speaking. The day he moved out, he left a box of frozen pizza in the freezer as a parting gift. It wasn’t the same brand as the one he’d stolen, and it certainly didn’t feel like an apology. It felt like a joke, a final jab at the wound he’d caused.
To this day, I can’t look at a pizza without thinking of Mark and the betrayal of that stolen slice. It’s not just the pizza—it’s the principle. Some wounds never heal, especially when they’re smothered in cheese and pepperoni.

One night, I came home to find him eating another one of my leftovers—this time spaghetti. He didn’t even try to deny it. “You’re unbelievable,” I said, glaring at him. “Dude, relax. You’re so uptight about food. It’s just easier to share.” “Easier to share?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’re not sharing! You’re stealing!” Our petty squabbles escalated. He’d leave passive-aggressive notes on the fridge.

From that moment on, our peaceful coexistence unraveled. I started keeping my food in a mini fridge in my room. Mark retaliated by leaving his dirty dishes in the sink for days. I stopped inviting him to watch TV with me; he started blasting his terrible music even louder. The tension grew.

He chuckled, a smug little laugh that made my blood boil. “Man, you’re being dramatic. I’ll buy you another pizza tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” I stood up, towering over him. “Tomorrow won’t fix tonight. That was the last slice, Mark. The last slice. You don’t just eat someone’s last slice and walk away like nothing happened. That’s betrayal on a level I can’t even begin to describe!” Mark shrugged again, like I was making a big deal out of nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.

Just pizza. The words echoed in my head like the toll of a funeral bell. It wasn’t just pizza. It was a promise, a beacon of hope at the end of a grueling week. My hands clenched into fists. “Mark, you don’t understand. That slice wasn’t just food. It was... therapy. It was the only thing keeping me going.”