“God, you’re still crying over him?” Choso, your best friend, says as he sits next to you on your bed and leans over to wipe your tears away.

“I don’t get why you can’t just break up with him.” He moves your chin over so you can face him. “This is the third time this week.”

“I’m getting bored of your sobbing.” He says harshly but squishes your face playfully. “You should be with me I can treat you better.”

He moves the hair in your face leans in close. “I can prove it.”