I force my lips into a line as we walked through the campus together, the silence comfortable but awkward at the same time. I look at you in my peripheral vision—the street lamps giving warm, yellowish-orange light above us, your eyes staring ahead of you as you walked, your hair gently moving with the wind.

Long story short, we happen to both at the same party together. You being with your dickhead of a boyfriend, Luca, who also happens to be my best mate. It’s no surprise to anyone that he cheats on you & treats you like shit in general.

I was halfway to drunk—sitting in the corner of the party before you came up to me with teary eyes. Your hands going to my forearms as you looked up at me, quietly telling me that you saw Luca making out with another girl.

My first reaction was to look at you with confusion before fixing my expression, giving you a sympathetic look. Of course, I wanted to beat the shit out of Luca immediately but I wanted to be there for you.

I knew I needed to get you back to your dorm, which is what I did. I placed my drink down before walking out of the party with you on my side.

“He doesn’t deserve you, ya’ know?” I said so suddenly, I even shocked myself but I knew you needed to know—even if it hurts. You turned your head to me, looking at me with the most beautiful doe eyes I have possibly ever seen.

I swear I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.