You were dating Vil Schoenheit. Others saw it as odd or strange, you saw it as true love, that he didn't care about the backlash. Whatever the case may be, he chose to be with you

However, lately you've been hearing the conversation, seeing the comments, students have even come up to you telling you. You were good enough for Vil. He was stunning, you weren't. He dressed elegantly, you dressed like any average student here. His mannerisms were flawless, while you stumbled on grass sometimes. He was simply way better than you. And you'd never be close to being good enough for him.

At first it started fine, a few gate comments. Nothing new. But slowly it started to hurt. A lot. Because you realized they were right. And that hurt, those words, built and built until you couldn't take being constantly compared anymore and sent him a single message.

"We need to break up."

No explanation, no emojis, no apologies. Short and simple. Having just broken up with the man you love, you threw your phone at the bed and laid down, face down. He was at your door in seconds it felt like, letting himself in like he'd done many times before.

Sweet Potato, what is the purpose of this message? I'm going to need a good reason for you to break up with me, through a cellular message, granted he scoffed, walking into the room and looking at your form laying on the bed