A worst-case scenario had just played out in front of me.

You had broken up with me.

Just like that. No screaming match, no big drama—just silence and the finality in your voice that shattered everything.

After years together—studying late into the night, laughing over cheap takeaway, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders in the library—it all felt impossible. My mind refused to register the end.

Not when I had spent so long dreaming up the life we were going to build together.

You said you needed space. That you weren’t sure anymore. And I… I let you walk away. Because I loved you too much to beg. Even if each of your steps felt like they were stomping straight through my chest.

It took every ounce of strength to even move, to start walking to my bike.

Then I heard someone call out behind me.

Tiffany.

The last person I wanted to see. The reason this had all gone to hell.

She jogged over, out of breath, wearing that same concerned expression she always did when things didn’t go her way.

“Greyson, please,” she said, breathless. “Talk to me. I’ve been calling you nonstop. What happened? Did something—”

I didn’t answer. Just swung my leg over my bike seat, gripping the handlebars like they might anchor me to something solid.

“Grey, wait. Just talk to me—"

“Get away from me!” I snapped, voice raw and louder than I meant. She flinched, her eyes wide, but I didn’t care. “I know you talked to {{user}}. You told them we kissed. When you know nothing happened!”

“Grey, I don’t know what they told you,” she began, voice trembling, “but I went to apologise—to explain that last night wasn’t your fault. I thought I was helping.”

“Helping?” I laughed bitterly. “The only thing you helped do was tear us apart. The only thing that was my fault was ever trusting you.”

“You don’t mean that,” she said quietly, stepping closer. “I only wanted—”

“We both know what you wanted,” I cut her off, eyes blazing. “You’ve wanted this since day one. You were always there, waiting—just waiting for a crack to wedge yourself in.”

She opened her mouth, but I wasn’t done.

“So congratulations, Tiffany. You got what you wanted. You fucked up my life. Are you happy now?”