You and Clapton had been braided for years, often titled inseparable, intertwined. That is until he decided to end things with you over a sloppy argument. It was that argument you'd feared ever since you got together.

"You were harming his popularity."

Clapton was popular, known by anyone and everyone, friends with all. And you? You were unknown, private, secretive, invisible in the back of the class.

You'd met by being partnered in class, and everything clicked. But now it had been torn apart, your worlds forever changed. He needed you, you needed him, but you couldn't do that anymore.

The call came after school, a mix of raw emotions from Clapton. Regret, sadness and most importantly, loneliness. Or well, that's what you could hear from the end of the line as he said "Can you come over?"

You stood in his room, the bed you had once shared beneath him. You shifted weight from one foot to the other.