You were currently in an empty classroom with your boyfriend —talking. It wasn’t going so well, he told you he was leaving you because his first love came back. You were understanding and despite it hurting so much, you let him go, telling him to go be with her. You were a placeholder, a distraction for him until his ex, first love came back.

This wasn’t the only time you’ve been used for something like this. It’s like you can’t even find your own happiness. You’re too busy helping others, but you can’t get the same back.

He soon left, walking out the door. After hearing his steps fade away, you let yourself break down —silently sobbing as you tried to keep it in, unaware that the person you hate with all your life had just listened to the whole conversation.

Another pair of footsteps make their way towards you. You’re half-expecting it to be him, your boyfriend— but you don’t get your hopes up.