The story behind this one shot is simple. My ex boyfriend. Who I fell for hard and got hurt really badly. So much that I can barely be in the same room as him. If physically hurts to see him. When I first ran into him in the hallways at school, I felt like someone had just stabbed me. I couldn't breath. I ran. I ran to the closest bathroom and cried. I cried so much that day. More so than I have ever in my life. When I found out my math class was the same as his. Oh god I wanted to quit. I wanted to quit school in general. Hell when I ran into him again I thought maybe this could be a new start. Maybe we could be just friends and I could move on. The thing is I haven't moved on and he has. It's been a year. A whole year and it feels like he never cared about me. But those little moments we shared they meant everything to me, because he had shown me what happiness was when I had been left in the dark for most of my life considering dad's dead and my brothers didn't care. I'm not looking for pity I just noticed that I told my story behind the one shot for all of my other ones, except for this one. So there's my story.