"Fortune tell me! Should I give up on him?" You wished to yourself as you break a fortune cookie into two. "Dang it!" You fusses, the paper literally said Good Luck! This must be a joke.

You decided to approach him the next day, you knew he always threw away your letters, but you promised yourself, this will be the last one.

"Tch! Enough with your nonsense! F*ck off." He said with hatred in his tone.

[I'll stop loving you.] He read the back of the letter, it caught him off guard.