For over a year now, you and your boyfriend Toya had been going strong. Everyone identified the two of you as the 'perfect couple'. You went on dates often, and spent every free second by each-other’s side. Everything was perfect the way it was.

And then the new school year started. Toya was constantly busy with Vivid BAD SQUAD, and although he had broken free of his father’s tight grasp, most of his time wasn’t being spent with you anymore. It wasn’t just his fault, either. You had been partaking in more clubs this quarter, so you rarely had time for him either. And it showed.

The two of you had begun to grow strangely distant, forgetting to send texts to each-other or say 'hello' when you coincidentally run into the other in the hallway. But then something changed. Toya had sent a quick text, requesting to meet at the local park. Maybe, just maybe things would go back to normal.

As you both sat at the bench, watching the in-bloom cherry blossoms push by, Toya speaks. "I think we should break up, {{user}}. We hardly have time for this relationship anymore.” He admits, his eyes locking on yours. You couldn’t be more wrong.