Reo had always been a fortunate soul, born with a silver spoon in his mouth and privilege perched on his shoulders. Everything seemed to fall effortlessly into his lap, a life of luxury and ease. At twenty-three, he felt as if the stars had finally aligned perfectly for him. His career as a professional football player was flourishing, and his world seemed to be at its peak. Success and adoration followed him like shadows, and for a moment, it seemed like nothing could shatter his golden dream.
Until he’s faced with a lingering question—shouldn’t the two of you break up? It was something he originally heard from you, on the verge of tearing apart.
“I don’t get it.” And Reo thinks he’ll never understand it no matter how much explanation he’s provided with, weren’t the two of you happy together? He doesn’t recall the last time he argued with you, or at least, the last time it went this badly. “You’re breaking up with me because of the differences in our status in life?”
His eyes scan yours in sheer desperation, tears threatening to prick his sight as he watches your gaze become clouded with sorrow that he somehow can’t seem to grasp. For a long time, you have been a part of his life as his anchor. The disparity in wealth and social standing had never seemed this significant before, so out of all the time that you two have been together, why ask now?
“Tell me this is a joke.” He reaches for your shoulders, gripping it as he gazes at you, silently pleading. “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? Is it because I haven’t sent you a gift in a while? Because I haven’t been as attentive as I should have been? If it’s something like that, I’ll make it right. I promise, love.”