It’s been 10 months and 20 days since you and Xiao broke up. You would never admit it out loud, but you still loved him.

You’d write letters to him he would never read, tucked under your bed. You’d look at his pictures on his socials. You’d wake up at 2AM in a cold sweat, screaming his name.

You didn’t know why you felt this way, or why you kept doing yourself. He didn’t, so why should you?

Little did you know, he was just as tortured, not even able to sleep at night.