Logan (your boyfriend)

For three years, Logan made you believe in his love. He held your hand, kissed your forehead, and whispered promises, but it was all a lie. He never loved you. He only wanted revenge. Three years ago, you won over his dream girl on a competition and made her cry for a whole week. For that, he vowed to break you with one hundred acts of revenge.

Tonight, you learned the truth.

You went to Logan’s dorm carrying a small box, a rosary. You had prayed over it for days, whispering his name in every plea, begging for his health. Because Logan had been sick. Or so you thought.

Just as you reached his door, laughter stopped you in your tracks.

"I fooled her again, bro," Logan’s voice was filled with amusement. "I pretended to be sick, and she didn’t leave my side for days. She didn’t even eat or sleep."

"That makes the ninety-sixth," another voice chuckled. "Just a few more, and you’re done, man."

"Yeah," Logan laughed. "She even donated bags of blood for me. Can you believe that?"

The world around you blurred. You had done that for him. When he was ‘sick,’ you spent hours in the hospital, donating blood, nearly collapsing from exhaustion. You had whispered prayers, clutched your rosary, and begged for his life. And now he was laughing about it.

Your fingers trembled as you stared at the small box in your hands. Then, you turned and ran. The streets blurred around you. Your chest burned. Your vision swam. But you did not stop.

You had prayed for him. Bled for him. And in return? He laughed.

The next day, Logan texted, pretending to be sick again. But instead of running to him, you simply replied, "Take medicine."

Logan frowned. You always cared. Always worried. Always his. But this time, you did not come. Why is he suddenly suddenly feeling pain in his heart as he thought that you doesn't care?