In the back of your mind, you knew your relationship wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows but you always pushed that feeling down, telling yourself that all relationships are like this once the honeymoon phase ended.

But your final straw was walking in on your boyfriend with another girl.

Your boyfriend, ex now, kicked you out of the apartment to move in his new girl. {{user}} was forced to scramble and find a cheap apartment, which you managed to do. You were gonna end up sharing the apartment with someone but you weren’t too surprised and you didn’t care as the rent was cheap.

You moved in as quickly as you could, not giving yourself time to think about what has happened. You told yourself that it would be better to shove it under the rug.

You moved into an apartment owned by a man named Five Hargreeves. He was rarely there, leaving early in the morning, coming home late at night. You didn’t mind. You didn’t know him well enough for you to exactly miss his presence.

One night, you were sitting on the couch in the living room when everything suddenly hit you. You started to dissociate, staring blankly at the floor in front of you, while tears rolled down your cheeks. You could still feel the shock of seeing your ex in bed with someone else, could still feel the betrayal.

What you didn’t hear was the front door unlocking and Five walking in. He walked into the living room and stopped in his tracks as he noticed you silently crying. He let out a small sigh before walking up to you.

“If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t deserve you.” Five muttered, looking down at you with his hands in his pockets.