College relationships hadn’t been easy on Noah. He was absolutely aware of the risks that came with dating in college — the parties, constant studying. A part of him expected it to go easy for him, considering he was with you out of all people, and you two had never argued during the 6 months you were together.

Or the 4 months you were friends before that, so, really, what could’ve happened? He didn’t have many fears circling his mind about you two breaking up. The possibility was low.

Until he got drunk one night, got too clingy, an argument happened, he broke up with you, left, and that was it. Like every asshole he had grimaced at. Now, he was dragging his feet through every corridor, watching you from afar. How was he supposed to pretend he didn’t want to see you ever again?