How it ends

1st breakup. Different worlds.

  She, who was inexperience, believed in true love. Oh, how innocent she was. 
"Yes, I'll go out with you." She replied with a sweet innocent smile. She was happy and in love with the feeling of being confessed to. What joy.
  He, who felt overjoyed with her answer did not know where this would be heading. But, it was worth a try. How foolish of him to imagine her as his first and last. His one and only.
  Weeks have passed and young love has always been foolish and innocent, yet it was desiring and addictive. They've been happy for the few weeks as they were told before by others who have experienced the 'honeymoon' stage. The short phrase where every couple would feel the happiness, the joy of having their another half beside them. Doing things couples would do, cliché.

Like every roller coaster ride, what goes up eventually comes down. So..
  She. Who suddenly lost interest and stopped replying to his messages had started to focus more on her friends. She became the party type.
  He. Who never got a text back had started focusing on his education. For a better future. That what he had dreamt with her, so he lived as the study type.
So in the end, it finally came and they had to move on. The time had finally reached to the limit. The love was finally overdue. Therefore, they had to return Cupid's arrow and release each other.
"You never texted back." He started. She hesitated.
"I didn't feel like texting." She finally let it out.
"... Really? You could have called then." He felt pissed. Disappointed in her, for not giving him any concern or attention whatsoever.
" Don't you understand? I lost interest in our relationship!" She said it.
"What are you talking about?" He stood up.
" it's obvious, really. I ditched you every time you wanted to hang, hardly replied back to your messages. Let's just break up and move on. We're obviously living in two different worlds. I love to drink and smoke. You spend your Friday night at home with your textbooks. I want to be free and do what I like." She wanted it to be over already. It sucked, she started feeling guilty as she had stopped loving him for weeks now and she finally exploded on their 7th monthsary (monthly anniversaries).

"I'm sorry. I really am... There's no point anymore." I loved you and I know you did too. She said before turning around walking through his front door and never looking back. She just never felt safe with him, always competing for high grades. She was never the study type, but she tried.

Months had passed. She who felt guilty for breaking up, now can be seen in parks with her crew drinking the Saturday afternoon away. She never talked about her breakup with anyone, but she was tipsy, it was an excuse to cry and let it out.. For that was what she had thought, true love is difficult to find and keep.
He, on the other hand, had shut everyone out. Continued study for that was what he had to do. More time to study and not think of stupid love was what he thought. But, little did he knew, that she had changed him when she introduced him to her world. He had started to dress up more manly and started going to clubs in downtown at nights. And get laid by whoever came near him.