It didn’t take long for him to break down. With a loud thud, his phone cracked against the wall as he buried his head in a pillow. The loud moans of his despair continued, reminding him more of his personal downward spiral, sending him even deeper than he was prior. Only questions of horror raced through his mind. What could he have done differently; how could he have prevented something like this from happening? Maybe he just didn’t try hard enough, was that it?

Maybe it was something he said. Maybe it was something he did. What exactly was it?

The image fixed itself into his memory as he continued. He went back and forth thinking about it and the actions that could have lead to it, only for his panic to make the issue worse. Why couldn't he have seen this coming? What was it that he missed?

The moans of his weeping only grew in volumes as his crisis continued. The bed sheets underneath him soaked with his tears as an unbearable headache began to develop. Maybe it was something that he just couldn't control.

There was no denying that it didn't happen. The image that was pulled up on his phone had still not gone away. It continued silently displaying itself on the ground with no sort of intervention. He looked at it once more, disgusted yet perturbed by it's graphics.

How could this have happened to him? He checked again and again, rechecking even when he had his doubts. It just didn't add up. How was it that he was so unlucky?

Maybe it wasn't luck in the first place. The signs were always there, but how was it that he didn't catch them earlier? What was it that he wasn't seeing?

Or maybe he did see all of it and just didn't think it through. Would that explain it? Maybe it was only a matter of time until this inevitable had occurred.

Departing from his pillow, he faltered to the cracked image of his girlfriend and best friend. Turning off the display, he walked out to the hall.

Her motives must've been the same as before. There was no denying that. She promised to change and yet, she didn't. How did he not see something as obvious as this before? Was he really this stupid?

Fuck. Maybe he was. He already put himself into a deep relationship with someone like her. He convinced himself time after time that there was some kind of change, but maybe it all was just his imagination.

His mind was in pure clarity. Now assured, he was certain of what he had to do. All it took now was to make sure he went through with it.

All of that trust was just something that he had imagined from the beginning.

Never again is he going to put his trust into someone like that, never again will he fall for such lies. Maybe he could pay her a visit, and while he was out, maybe he could also do the same for his 'best friend'.

Kicking over the trashcan, his lust for revenge had developed, feeding solely off of his anger. Breathing sporadically, he punched the wall, only for his fist to be bruised by its strength. Swearing under his breath, he instantly regretted the decision, leaving him only to continue his pace. Unexpectedly, however, his center mass shifted from his original intent, sending him crashing down on his back. Laying flushed by his actions, he felt defeated.

What was the point, those two weren't good since the beginning. Maybe with both of them out of his life, he could do something good with it. Pulling out his phone, he erased the image, as well as both of their contact info.

Getting up from the floor, he makes way for his bed. Bruised, broken, and overall betrayed, he began to contemplate his situation. In just one night, he had lost two people from his life. Was it for the best? Was there anything of value lost?

Getting comfortable, he folded on the bed and gave a deadpanned expression at the blank wall. His emotions had come to a complete halt alongside his questioning. He was fulfilled by being put into a serene state of mind. At least he was capable of gaining a possible fresh start. Maybe he would find someone better than both of them. Its not like its the end of the world or something.