"No.... I'm sorry, Mumbo. I have a confession to make."

He never loved him. If someone can easily leave your life, that means they never loved you in the first place.

"I hope this doesn't change our friendship, I still want to be friends!"

Friends.

As if being friends with Grian would ever be enough for Mumbo. As he sobs into his pillow, hugging it for comfort, all of the words that replay in his mind always strike his heart like a fierce dagger, shredding his heart until it is fragmented.

"I'm going to do it, Iskall! I am going to confess to him!"

"Good luck Mumbo, I have high faith."

Those words gave Mumbo hope, hope that Grian will actually like him back.

"Grian."

He grabbed his hands, staring at him closely with strong determination of setting this crush aside. His body was visibly trembling.

"Yes, Mumbo?"

"I love you, Grian," he muffles into his pillow, the front cover of it being soaked. Every tear that pours out sticks onto his pillow as he continues to tightly hold it. His nose is stuffed inside the warm hug of the padding, his wailing never creasing as it remains loud.

"O-Oh..."

"Is something wrong, Grian?"

The intolerable ripping pain felt like his rib cage breaking. Every moment he was alive, every single tiny breath he inhales, pain erupts inside of his chest.

"Well... I-I have to get back to my house and talk to Scar."

And so he left, releasing his hand from Mumbo's.

"I got you flowers, Grian... I hope you like them."

"Happy Valentine's Day. I know we aren't dating, but I figured you will like a gift anyways!"

"Did you style your hair recently? It looks great!"

"Grian?"

"Hm?"

His knuckles turn into a ghostly shade of white as he sobs harder, clutching onto his white pillow more vigorously.

"W-Will you go on a-a date with me?"

"....Yeah, I would love to!"

He didn't notice the hesitation, for Cupid has struck him hard. Love has made him blind from everything but him. He devoted his entire happiness on the young man, attaching to him, laughing and sharing fond memories every second that he was next to him.

"Will you be my boyfriend, Grian?"

"Y-Yeah."

He was so happy, he was literally jumping around Iskall in pure joy, screaming with delight. He may have been a little too clingy and overprotective, but he always gave gifts and affection while reminding Grian how precious he is.

And years began to pass....

"Mumbo..."

"Yes, hun?"

"I-erm..."

He was too shy to speak up.

But then it was too late.

"Mumbo, what are you doing- Oh. My. Stars."

He went down on one knee. A small velvet box printed in black was clamped in his hand, the lid open to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring.

"Grian, you make me so happy. We have been dating for three years now, today being our anniversary. I love you so much. You are beautiful and gorgeous. Your stunning personality measures higher than the moon can go. You are truly amazing Grian, and I want to be your lucky man. Grian, will you marry me?"

The engraved diamonds on the wedding ring glistens under the soft kitchen light in Mumbo's house, sitting on a counter away from Mumbo's bedroom.

One glance at it is all that it takes for him to fall to his knees and break down into a horrible sob.

"No..."

What?

"I'm sorry, Mumbo. I have a confession to make."

What is it? Is he transgender? Mumbo doesn't care about his physical body, he just loves him and his personality.

"What- What is it, Grian?"

"M-Mumbo, please don't cry but... I don't love you."

I don't love you.

I don't love you.

That unbearable phrase always repeats inside of Mumbo's mind while the afflicting voice echoes within his ears.

"Grian, I-... I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Mumbo, I don't love you. I'm deeply sorry but... I'm breaking up with you."

What?

He can't be serious...

. . .

But he was.

. . .

He continues to sob, his head throbbing from the endless tears of torment that never leave.

They only keep coming and coming, no matter how many times he tries to stop himself. His hands keep clutching onto his pillow, acting as a human figure to comfort him, as he sobs helplessly.

All the words he has been wanting to say to Grian, the vows he pledges to take on their wedding, hovering and choking at the back of his raw throat.

He never wants to love again, for his love will always stick to Grian, no matter what.

As long as Grian is happy, Mumbo is happy.

That's what he originally thought.

But it's not the case, for he can never stop crying, the tears forever going to shed from his eyes no matter how hard he tries to move on.

. . .

Why are heartbreaks

always the most painful experience?