”you’re the loss of my life”

it was good. you guys were good. everyone said you were made for each other. both of you had full trust in the other person, and you knew they’d never hurt you. after a beautiful, blissful year of dating matt, someone started a rumour. and at your college, rumours spread like a disease. you’re still not sure who started the rumours, but you have your suspicions about certain people on campus. like brielle, who was very obviously not a fan of you and matt’s relationship. or maybe it could’ve been jace, who never seemed to understand that you were off limits and happily with your boyfriend. the rumours centred around one of you cheating. sometimes they said it was matt, other times they said it was you. you trusted each other completely, but when you’re constantly hearing something it’s hard to ignore it and not believe it. the two of you decided it’d be best to break things off three weeks ago. you barely made it home without causing a car accident since your eyes were full of tears. he was equally as wrecked. you two loved each other so deeply. your friends dragged you out to parties nearly every night, trying to help you get over the man you thought was the one. matt never really went to parties unless you were there, and once the two of you split up it’s like he disappeared. you never really saw him, only catching glimpses of him across campus or through the crowd of bodies when his brother Chris dragged him to parties. you never really wanted to be surrounded by people, especially since everyone knew what happened. so you always had a drink in your hand, getting tipsy as quickly as you could so you could actually try to enjoy yourself. that’s what you’ve done tonight. drink in hand, you’re well on your way to being drunk, and you’re dancing with one of your closest friends: leah. matt is also at the party, standing by a wall with Chris and Nick (his triplet brothers). for a few moments, surrounded by coloured lights and the heavy bass of the music and your friends laughter, you manage to forget about everything that’s happened