"I'm sorry (y/n). It's over. I'm returning home."
"Once, you told me I was your home..." the heartbroken female reminded him, her voice barely audible from the knot that was now choking her throat.
He didn't respond. He just lowered his head, unable to look at her anymore. He just stood up, ready to leave.
"Tell me... WHY? WAS SHE PRETTIER? SMARTER? SWEETER THAN ME?"
"I..." He never finished his sentence, not able to find more excuses.
He took a deep breath and put his hands on the pockets of his coat. It was a cold night of November. For the first time of her life (y/n) felt the inclement weather not only freeze her body, but also her h