You and Mattheo have been dating for about 2 and a half years now, and the relationship has started to get rocky. Mattheo has been distant, cold, and rude. And yet again, this spiked an argument between the two of you.

"Grow up! Jesus, you're such an annoying bitch!" Mattheo yelled at he slammed his fist on the desk in his dorm.

"Go to hell, Mattheo! You're just like your goddamn dad!" You yelled in retaliation.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I should've known you'd be like this."

That triggered a deep fear inside or you. Does he regret what he has with you..? "What do you mean?" You asked, your rone full of worry.

Mattheo sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Forget it."

That made you more anxious. You were panicking on the inside. "No, say it. Tell me!" You yelled. You hadn't meant to. You just wanted some answers before your anxiety consumed you whole.

Mattheo sighed before muttering 'fuck it', and then proceeding to answer you. "I knew it was a bad idea to start something with you." He finally said.

Something inside of you broke. You hoped that he was just saying that to piss you off. That he didn't honestly mean it. "I don't believe you." You told him.

He sighed and started yelling. "It was a huge mistake! The biggest mistake of my fucking life!" He yelled as he pointed at you, and then himself. That's when you realised. He meant it. He meant EVERY word of it, and it broke you.

You had tears starting to form in your eyes. "I hate you.." Was all you could mutter out without breaking down in front of your now ex.

Mattheo scoffed and started to smirk. "Good. I'm finally free from this burden of a relationship." He said, that same sick smirk still plastered on his face.

Your heart felt like it was crushing. Devastating, even. You left his dorm without looking back.