“I think we should see other people,” Olivia says. The crack of thunder in the distance is less shocking than her statement.

“See other people?” I scoff. April Fool’s day is way past now, she can’t be serious. “That’s not funny, Olly.”

“I am.”

“What?”

“Seeing other people.” Her eyes blink away, and a clear drop falls down her right cheek. Not a tear though, just nature’s condensation. “You should do the same.”

My stomach wrenches, then my chest starts to ache. Like someone is smacking it with a mallet. This must be what a heartbreak feels like. Funny it’s not so easy when someone does it to me. After six months of having her in my world, this is how she wants to leave? By cheating on me? “Who is it?”

“It’s probably better if we just leave that part out—“

“Who is it!” I clutch her shoulders, and she trembles.

“Don’t make it so hard, Justin.” Her voice is soft, but it presses over my lungs with the gloomy air, and I can’t breathe.

“I’m making this hard?” I let go of her and swallow that stinging feeling in my nose. “I thought we had something special.”

“Of course you did. You always thought you were special.”

I bite down my jaw and stare at her. “What does that supposed to mean?”

She peers up and finally holds my gaze for the first time. “You’re the golden boy. Everything is perfect for you. You’re so oblivious to all the things other people have to deal with. The world isn’t that simple. Not everything has to go your way.”

Rain drops slap me all over, and it’s hard to keep my eyes open. All I want to do is scream at her. “If there’s something I—I can change, I can do whatever—“

“No.” Her eyes drop again, her puffy curly hair now dripping wet, like every time I see her after swimming practice. Gorgeous. Except now she’s not mine. “I’ve made up my mind. It’s better this way.”

She turns to leave, but I grab her wrist. “Olly wait! Talk to me! What’s happening? We were fine yesterday. Did I do something wrong? Did I—“

“No, you didn’t.” Her lips curve up slightly, but her eyes only reflects the gray around us. “You’ll be better off with someone who really cares about you. Someone who isn’t me.”

Her words feel like a block of hot iron burning my hand. I lose my grip, feeling the ground shaking beneath my feet. “So that’s it. You don’t care about me anymore?”

She chews her lips, and for a second, hope flickers in my mind. Then she smiles. “No.”

I freeze, watching her silouhette disappear in the rain, wishing it’d drown me.