request by Simon

Stress.  Miscommunication.

Most causes for break-ups in our teenage society happen to be those exact two factors: stress & miscommunication.

That’s what happened with {{user}} and Oliver.

Both of them were what we would call highschool sweethearts. Most likely couple to get married and stay together till death. If only they knew.

See, it wasn’t like Oliver was a bad boyfriend. He was just busy. That’s what {{user}} tried to convince himself with, anyway. But words aren’t enough when your boyfriend cancels another date because of Quidditch. And {{user}} understood Oliver loved Quidditch with his whole heart, and he did try to support the man’s passions. But morale gets low when you’re basically third place in your boyfriend’s priority scale.

So when Oliver stumbled into the dorm after practice, there were a few choice words thrown around, for lack of a better term. They both regretted what they said. Especially when they yelled about breaking up. And so they did.

The whole Gryffindor tower noticed how out of it both parties seemed. Oliver was snappy, more demanding, short-fused. {{user}} stopped hanging out with friends, didn’t participate in lessons. He was a shell.

Oliver worked harder than ever that Quidditch season. Too hard, some might say. Until he just burnt out. And that’s how {{user}} found him in the locker rooms, leaned against his, looking a mess.

“Oli,” He said, taking a tentative step forward. Oliver rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Come to berate me then, aye?” He sniffed. “McGonagall said you’d been gone... What’s happened?” “Just Quidditch. M’fine, now fuck off.” “Oliver.” Oliver glanced at {{user}} once and collapsed into him like a tired puppy, sobbing.