The breakup hurts like hell

Weeks had passed since that night, and life at school resumed its usual rhythm.

Myles and I, never broached the subject again, though I hoped he would initiate the conversation. But as time went on, it remained untouched and our interactions became infrequent.

Despite my lingering feelings, I found solace in the companionship of Darius, who kept me occupied. Our study sessions were frequent, though at times, he would want to end it with an intimate mood or conversation, still his presence at my place filled the gaps, leaving little room to cross paths with Myles, despite our close proximity.

While ensuring Darius was taken cared of, I didn't neglect my duties towards Myles, I cooked for him daily, as I would not want him eating anything that would hurt him.

However, as I sat alone in my room, Darius barged In, looking tense. His intrusion surprised me, considering we had just seen eachother a few hours prior.

Seating himself nearby, he abruptly changed the TV channel to sport, without