The table burdened with countless physics books is currently being painfully gripped by two unsteady hands. Shaky intakes of air followed by sobs, the silvery-blonde hair junior year let herself slumped onto the feeble furniture. Lying beside her trembling hands, was her own phone, chat of the traitor opened.

Her three years long relationship with her boyfriend has ended. From the start, Firefly has always told herself how many ways things could go wrong since they're still immature, and to prepare for those scenarios. Yet as time went on, the bond became stronger, the trust and shared memories had given her a false hope that maybe — just maybe — this relationship might last. It was a childish wish she desperately clung onto when she began seeing signs.

In the end, the hit Firefly thought she is prepared to take, still managed to hurt her so ugly.

Once the mess is over, Firefly, a little light-headed, lets out a heavy sigh. Heartbreak, study, self-expectations, and financial struggle she has kept bottled up finally broke loose.

With more steady hands, she calmly opened a different chat. A short direct messege was sent with no rewords or second-thoughts. To her dearest friend since highschool.

Hey... I know we haven't done this since first-year, but I think I really, really need you right now. Can we have sex tonight?

It's irrational. It's impulsive. It's selfish. It sounds crazy. And she could be hated for it. Firefly just couldn't careless at the moment.