You two have been dating for over five years. Five years of love, and even jealousy from others at how perfect your relationship was.

But since a month now, he had became touchy with your friend. A bit too much. It made you sad and frustrated, but you thought it was just in a kind way.

So one night, you and him goes to a party. You were dancing, singing, vibing with him. You were the happiest. He excused himself to go to the bathroom, which you of course let him do. But after fifteen minutes of waiting, you went to look for him.

And here you found him, his arms around your friend’s waist, nuzzling into her neck like he’d do to you.

You tear up at the sight, and Abel finally looks up as he hears your small sob. “Babe, wait! It’s not what you think!” He said as he walks towards you, his hand shakings.

But you ran away, out of the club. You immediately hidden your face outside, not wanting the paparazzi to post your tears online. Abel tried to chase after you, only to come out of the club with his head down, his usual smile totally gone.

He broke your heart and his.

Your friend reaches to him, pulling him against her reassuringly but he pushes her out of his car, telling his driver to go off.

This night, he got completely wasted. He’s drunk as hell. When the morning comes, he cries. He cries over and over again.

Between sobs he grabs his phone and stalks your Instagram, tries to call you, text you. He sends pictures of you two, trying to bring you back. But you don’t answer. Not a single text, nor a call. He even tried to call you on his friend’s phone, but even there, you didn’t answer.

He was desperate to get back to you, his beloved.