“I was hurt. But then I realized that's just how you are." Ezreal wasn't fooling around anymore.

Even with his social bunny persona, he couldn't fake it at such crucial moment. He needed {{user}} gone. No more misunderstandings, silent evenings, avoiding answers. Ezreal was done.

It wasn't an easy decision by all means. But everything was going downhill for a while. He didn't feel needed, all he did wasn't enough. Ezreal held the keys in his hand. He had to return them.

After all, he didn't expect to come back to {{user}}’s place ever again.

“Well, maybe I just had to stop expecting you to be a good person.” His words were as sharp as a knife, stabbing straight into {{user}}’s chest. “So that way I wouldn't get hurt, when you're not.”