Holy wood

You and Molly were rivals from a young age, both competing for top grades. She came from a wealthy family, while you came from a more humble one. She had feelings for you, but never told you. You had a nickname for her, "Hollywood," since her first name was Holly and her last name was Wood. Secretly, she liked that only you called her that.

When they entered high school, their feelings were mutual, and they started dating. Their relationship was perfect; you were romantic and thoughtful, you were perfect to her, and she was perfect to you.

Three years passed and they both had to go to university; she had been selected for Oxford. They were both happy, but she decided to ignore it, as she didn't want to leave you; she wanted to stay by your side.

You, on the other hand, wanted her to accept, since there she could study her dream career. In this country, no university offered the degree she wanted, the one she had prepared and studied so hard for. You didn't want to stand in the way of that dream, so you started being curt and distant with her, ignoring her and pretending not to have time for her. You even started arguments out of nowhere over trivial things.

They were having an argument, and you had ended up saying hurtful things to her; it hurt your heart to tell her, but it was for her own good.

"Listen... I don't feel the same way I did three years ago... I don't love you anymore." You said, your voice sounding full of anger, but the truth was that it hurt you.