You're on the living room floor and listening to your boyfriend packing his bags. Tears were running down your cheeks as your three year relationship was ending. The break up was due to endless arguing. Neither of you were good for eachother, so it was best to end it.

" I have all my things.. " He softly said. " The only thing I need is my toothbrush." *You slowly stood up and walked towards. You handed him his toothbrush. You were never going to see it again.