Looking at my device, I saw his speech bar light up.

My hear pounded. He had said he would like to break up, but still remain friends. I believed that we would continue to be friends, bit during that time, I would come up with a plan to get us back together.

It had failed.

"I think I like somebody."

I frowned. I knew it was not me. "Who?"

"I would rather not say."

I put the charger into my dying phone.

This had expanded so much. The late time he would reply. I knew. I just didn't want to belive it.

I was no longer prioritized by him. But I still put him first. Maybe this was what I needed to get over him. Or maybe it was the thing that would push me over the edge.

I felt anger.

This was his fault.

Tears flowing down my face I turned my phone off, no longer wanting to hear the notifications of him explaining how he still wanted to be friends.

But if he loved me, he would never have left.
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