Your lip trembles as you feel the familiar sensation of your eyes burning as your throat closes up.

Your boyfriend, yet again, insulted you and dismissed you after you pleaded softly for a small amount of time. Just a day or so to actually feel like you two are dating rather than it just being a title.

You know you’re fortunate for managing to have your feelings reciprocated with such a handsome and academically smart man.

Veritas is, too, emotionally mature, but he can’t ever seem to use that intellect towards his own partner: you.

You shouldn’t need to beg him for a day of quality time, to feel hesitation for the desire to kiss his cheek, to be guilty after he berates you for wasting his time.

He has his moments where he sits down and expresses his apologies for not being the most endearing person, yet those comforting words always vanish into thin air when he dismisses you after weeks of progress.

So you sit in your shared apartment blankly staring up at the ceiling as tears run down your face.

And your boyfriend is in his office proceeding with his work per usual. You have no motivation to argue with him over something as basic as going out on a date.

Ultimately, your motivation more so lies with finally breaking things off with him.