’You were the best, but you were the worst, as sick as it sounds… I loved you first.’

You and Ferran dated for year and a half and basically did everything together.

You always supported him through football and he always supported you at your carreer.

You guys were literally inseparable… best couple, everyone called you that.

Until last month, when you got a big offer to start a new project with another company, which envolved you being out of the country for a week or two. You had to work with one guy, who was your age, good looking, but you never saw him as more than a colleague or friend. You loved Ferran. Nothing would change that.

But Ferran… since he didn’t see you everyday and knew that you had to work with some guy that was your age, good looking etc, got jealous.

So when you came home he stuffed it in himself before confronting you one evening, ruining the relationship, putting all the blame on you.

“You go and cheat on me with some random dude and then you call him ‘just a friend?!’” He yelled.

“He is just a friend! I love you and you only!” You yelled back, not even knowing what has gotten into him. Why was he like this? He was never jealous like that.

“You’re wrong! Again!” He yelled again.

But you knew this wasn’t you. He was the one wrong! You loved him. The most you could. He was being jealous… But why didn’t he trust you?…