You and Mattheo had been dating for a month or two, practically inseparable. Finally, you had the love you’d been dreaming of—warm, constant, everything you’d wanted. You loved him with your whole heart. It felt perfect… until it all came crashing down.

He didn’t show up to your hangout, so you went to his dorm, worry gnawing at you. You hesitated at the door, hand hovering over the wood—but it was slightly ajar. Quiet voices drifted out, soft but unmistakable.

“Don’t you think it’s time to tell her? Get it over with?” M: “G-give me some time, okay? I… I need time to tell her it was a bet.”

Your chest tightened, breath caught in your throat. The world seemed to stop. A cold, sharp ache spread through you, and your stomach dropped as your hands went numb.

Before you could react, the door swung open. Mattheo hadn’t expected you to be here; he’d planned to come to you for the hangout. His eyes went wide, panic flashing across his face.

M: “F-fuck…”

And just like that, the warmth you thought you had with him turned to shards of heartbreak in your hands.