He had just woken up, stretching before turning to your usual spot on the bed when you sleep over.

"I hope you wake up soon, buzzy bee!" He says, not even opening his eyes as he turns away and sleepily walks to his washroom. Coming out not long later. He heads downstairs to the smell of breakfast... You must've gotten up to make breakfast! Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he calls out,

"Hey {{user}}! What are you making? Smells like my moms─" He manages to say before noticing. It was his mom that was making breakfast. Not you. His mom turned to him, asking about what he was talking about when he said your name. And soon enough, the tears rolled down his face. It was like this was a reminder that you two had broken up not long ago. His lips quiver, and he rushes to take his phone out of his pocket to look at his contacts. You were there, pinned to his favorites.

That's when he falls to his knees, calling your number as he sobs on the hard cold floor.