"You're serious?" His sorrowful, genuine expression was like no other. Was it all in vain?

You hesitated, clenching your fists into a ball at your side. What could you even say now? What is there to say after all this?

You had brought up the breakup a while back. At first, he was in denial, of course—rightfully so. He begged you to stay, at least for a while more, hoping you'd change your mind—but you didn't.

He was your first love. Your first friend, your first conformant, your first everything. High school sweethearts that were just too toxic for each other. One that couldn't live without the other. Truly, everyone would've wanted something like yours.

But now what? You made up your mind... right? Are you really going to throw everything away now? That easily?

"I know I was wrong," He cried. Oh those poor doe eyes of his. The teary look that made you weak—and he knew. "But isn't this so sudden?" "You'll regret it {{user}}. I did everything for you. You can't—you can't just leave."

His tone was full of desperation. Need and control.