“Adam.” I type. “Adam don’t ignore me. This isn’t healthy,”

“Go away Adelaide,” he replied.

“Don’t shut me out! You are broken but I can fix you I promise I’m here! Adam not again, please, please,” I text again.

“Adelaide, do you not understand me? You are selfish and cowardly and rude and you make me sick to my stomach.”

“I thought we were lovers,” I reply, “we held hands under the moonlight and kissed in the candlelight. Was it a joke? Was this whole relationship a practical joke? Was I a bet or dare or game for you? Adam, you are my everything but somehow I’m selfish! Everyday I texted you. Everyday I waited for your love. I comforted you after all your minor troubles or problems and when I ask for your support after losing someone dear to me you go and shut me out! Are you just going to ghost me? Pretend I was never here. I WAS HERE FOR YOU ADAM EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE AND NOW YOU DECIDE TO LEAVE ME TO DROWN IN A POND OF MY OWN TEARS! You are villainous. I love you.”

“K.” He merely texted.

“You learnt to braid my hair and I learnt to play fifa. You always lost on purpose so I would win. We used to love going to the park to hold hands on the swing. You loved buying churros and spread from the shop then sharing them by the only working lamppost outside the bus stop. We played footsies round your house for dinner. I put tiny plaits in your hair and you woke up with a lion mane. We had tickle fights in the middle of the carpet till the dogs jumped all over us.”

His last text was, “I never loved you.”