breaking up with the boy of your dreams was heart breaking. and why? you told him how you really felt about your relationship. and he didn’t like it, at all. summertime came, you two talked on and off, not often tho. you guys were cool now. you loved watching the sunset, but that only reminded you of him. it didn’t feel real. you pushed your luck, and it shows. you took him for granted.

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staring at the almost-angry faced boy made you upset, you could only stare at him for five seconds before feeling tears well up in your eyes. you two were alone, cleaning out the medhut together wasn’t what you were assigned to do. you took it as a sign, as if alby was saying ‘get along before I make you’. glancing at your slightly shaking hands that worked through the bandages and medicines put you at a slight ease. “I love you, I’m sorry,” the words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them. fuck. “you were the best—” “—but you were the worst!” gally interrupted. “Im sorry. but, I love you. and as sick as it sounds, I loved you first,” you finished. “ . . . I was a dick, wasn't I?” he says, the boy glancing up at you. “it is what it is,” you finish. your gaze resting on your hands again. “you — us, our relationship, it haunts me. I love you too, I’m sorry,” he said quietly.