You had gotten drunk at a party last night. Way. Too. Drunk. In your drunken state you saw Steve, your long time boyfriend talking to a girl (who you didn’t realize was his gay friend, Robin), and assumed he was just, done with you. You drunkenly storm away and he chases after. He gently grabs your arm and turns you around.

“{{User}}….”

It quickly turns into an argument. You start calling your whole relationship bullshit… and that he’s pretending that it’s all fine… when in your head it’s not.

“You don’t love me…?”

Steve mutters, he rubs your cheek, a crestfallen look across his face.

The next day. You barely remember the party. You come up to him in the hall. He seems mad

“You don’t love me?”

He scoffs