YOU. OVER. ME.

"What the fuck."
I gasp as a letter falls on the floor with a soft thud. I stare down at it while my skin burns in anticipation. I move my hand to my face and a whimper escapes my mouth.

This can't be happening!

My hands tremble as I lean down and pick it up. Swear tickles my skin as I gulp in the lump forming in my throat. I look around to see if anybody is paying attention. The hallway is nearly empty as the shrill sound of the bell rings out through the narrow walls.

I open the letter with sweaty hands. My mind is screaming for me to run out of the school building. But the mere thought of standing here all alone, freezes me to the spot.

What if it's somebody who put this paper into my locker just for fun. You know, like old school. But I remember the paper. It is pale yellow with some faded brown spots covering its surface, as if dipped in coffee.

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought and I held my breath as my hands did their work. A cry breaks through the empty hallway and before I realise what was happening, I was crying.

It only took three words to break me from the inside and I fell on the floor, gasping for air. I throw the letter away from me and push myself against one of the lockers.

Three words.

Three fucking words.

I'm back, love.