Getting over a break-up is never an easy thing to do.

Even though we both saw it coming, we both knew it was going to happen, it doesn't alleviate any of the quiet passing of both souls.

We truly thought it was love, or at least I did. I fell and oh, I fell hard.

True, I never knit him a sweater or called him a pet name. However, after a few weeks of hastily scheduled dating, I did drop the honoriffics, and I guess that's around when teasing and hurtful words were spread. "They won't last to the end of the year," they said. A friend of mine, a very outspoken girl by the name of Rin, even informed me that a few kids were betting on how much longer we'd make it until we split. Even after my expression turned to one of hurt and disgust, she continued-almost gleefully-that most kids who were betting bet around a week.

Yet still, I brushed it off.

I swore that our love would conquer (how many shoujo romance manga must you read to believe something as fantastic as that?), so I tried my hardest to not let it get to me.

I could tell it was getting to him. He had a lot more going than I did: higher grades meant better word-of-mouth. Dating a plain-Jane like me with slightly subpar grades and more obscurity was a brash move, and he knew it. That's why it hurt all the more when he called me up and invited me over after school only to tell me he didn't care for me anymore and, quite frankly, felt he had maybe been to hasty in his decision to ask me out and how he hadn't felt much in the first place.

Well, I believe I set a record for the fastest anyone returned home.

For the next few days, I was more of a zombie than a zombie himself. Sluggishly, I moved down the halls, tripping and stumbling, and not caring who bumped into me-at least I knew someone cared enough to mutter a "Sorry," the only words I'd have spoken to me since our break-up. Even the abnormally outgoing Rin stopped hanging around me because she thought I'd turned into "a real bore," I'd heard her say to a giggling upperclassman who tacked on that I had it coming, getting involved with a boy as highly regarded as Kaito. Rin agreed, and that dealt the final blow: I was alone again, only this time, moreso.

I trudge through each and every day, hoping for a text back from him, anything to imply that our last encounter was just a dream gone wrong, or that it was a needlessly cruel prank or joke, and he was sorry, and I'd happily embrace him and finish off with a sweet, romantic kiss.

None of that ever came.

I'm starting to doubt it will.

But hey, at least a bumbling sophomore who wasn't yet in-tune with reality got a wake-up call, and maybe even what she deserved.