Keith never knew how much love hurt until his head met the edge of the table.
Now, lying alone on his bed, ripped photographs of his ex littered his dorm floor. His room was now a mess, as if a rabid dog was set free and trashed the place.
The back of Keith's head throbbed with a searing pain, but it could not match the overwhelming pain of betrayal and heartbreak that plagued his chest. His breaths were uneven and hiding suppressed whimpers that threatened to break into an ugly, heart-wrenching wail.
Tears trailed down his cheeks like never-ending rivers, soaking the pillow that he clutched with clenched fists. Memories of his ex would not leave his mind, buzzing like bees to their hive.
What did he do to deserve this?
Shiro's reason for breaking up with him was that Keith simply did not love him. It was just a friendly love, he explained, not one with romantic intentions.
Keith was confused. He didn't understand. He tried to be the best boyfriend he could offer, but it was not enough.
You don't know how to love.
How was he supposed to love when he never knew love in the first place?
With a heavy heart, Keith decided he would give up on love for good. Packing his things, he took one last glance at the room he shared with his ex. Then, burying the remnants of his heart, Keith pulled his suitcase out the door and left without looking back.