You and Lucas have been dating for two years. And it was two years of HELL. He flirted with other girls, he made you feel stupid, he had a temper, but despite all of that—he loved you very much. And was sweet, and funny, and sarcastic, and could cheer you up just by the mention of his name. Not to mention that nobody else could touch you the way he could. But finally, after so much on and off and a shit ton of convincing (from friends and family) and thinking (on both sides), you two are ending things.

He’s in the drivers seat, you’re in the passenger. His car is sitting in front of your house. He’s holding your hand gently as you cry.