It's pouring down rain, so you pretend your tears are from that. He turn around and stares at you, his jaw dropped. But you can't see anything but his arms around your bsf, his lips had been on hers. They both stare at you in shocked, they'd been caught. Your pain turns into anger and you turn away. You hear loud footsteps behind you. "Y/n! Wait!" He called out but you kept walking as he grabs your wrist. Tears streaming down your face. "Macson, you were the one who carried my mom casket down the hallway!" You cry out. His eyes widen and tears slip out. He had no right to feel upset and make you feel guilty. "Y/n I'm sorry-" He starts but you cut him off. "With my bsf? Really." You walk away from the people you trusted the most in this world.