Shit.

Fuck You.

I hate you.

No I don't .

I lied.

Come back.

Please.

I need you.

Silence....

I need you.

I wish I could hate you.

I hate myself.

What am I even doing here...? I stare at my phone as the minutes go by. It's been an hour since he sent that text. He took up to 10 minutes to write that single message on Snapchat. Funny, I thought, he never takes so long to type. And now look at me, I am in the corner of my freshly painted empty white room, crying.

I read, and re-read, and read the message over and over again. I knew it wasn't going well. I knew and yet, the little believer in me kept trying to save this relationship. Because I didn't want the two years we had spent together to go to waste. They were beautiful, we were beautiful. At least I thought so.

The message Léo sent me started off with: "Look, there's no right was to say this so I'm just going to say it." That's never good. Never ever. He broke me. He stole my heart and crushed it in front of me...well more like virtually in front of me.

He broke up with me, through text, as if we'd only been going out for a few weeks. I thought I was worth more, guess I'm not. And now, here I am, in my new apartment in America. This unfamiliar place, alone and cold.

What the fuck am I going to do now?

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