Your eyes hurt from crying.

I hate trevor, was all you could think

Trevor, was your bf. Until he was kissing some girl in his car .

on our anniversary? that asshole!, you need to stop thinking about him.

You fumble for your phone, and call the only person you could think of. You brother’s bsf.

“Ry?” you ask

“I’m here {{user}}. What’s up?”

“he- trevor- we broke up” i say, through sniffles.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“I’ll be there in five”

he sounds… angry?