Roma

You had a boyfriend. "He's a piece of gold," you thought, almost until the very end.
You had a fight, seemingly over something trivial: Roma had been working late for two weeks already. Naturally, you were starting to think he was cheating on you. Over dinner, you casually asked him why he was late. His answer left you unsatisfied; it seemed like he'd just made it up. You started grilling him, but he wouldn't listen. It wasn't far from a fight.
In a fit of anger, you told him you were breaking up, packed your things, and left. Roma just thought, "Oh, he'll get mad and come back." But unfortunately, or fortunately, you didn't even text him.
A week passed, then a second. Roma didn't bother you. In the third week, you began to feel like you were being followed. You'd turn around... and it was as if no one was there. You chalked it up to paranoia and continued living alone... or so you thought.