Closed Please Don't Hate Me

[Vader Hume]

Vader knew this was the right thing to do, but god if he didn’t feel awful about it. Vader had known from midway through the semester that he’d needed to break up with her. But there had never been an occasion that he thought was right to do it. First he had been having all those problems with Ava and breaking up with Pho seemed like way too much at that point, then Pho’s step mother person had died, and that was the worst opportunity to do it, so now, he had to do it now. Because dragging it on was unfair, he knew he didn’t love her, and knew he would never love her like she wanted him to. He knew why he didn’t love her either, why he hadn’t managed to fall for her, or even Isabelle before her. But he wouldn’t say that. He was sitting on a bench in Brightstone, not unlike how he had when he’d broken up with Isabelle. He hadn’t slept much the night before, the nervousness of what he was to do just too strong in his mind, going over how this would play out over and over again, and it never ending well. He nervously toyed with his hands as he waited for her to appear. ​

 

[Asphodel King]

Asphodel King desperately needed her life to go back to normal after everything that had happened. She was so terribly overwhelmed, and while she tried so hard to face every day head strong - often times she wondered what she was fighting for anymore. She wasn't sure what she was even doing with the rest of her life. Meeting with Vader regularly maybe would add stability, at least she hoped it would. The ginger girl spotted her boyfriend and smiled as she moved over to him. "Who wee'd in your cheerios?" She asked, sitting down, taking note that he seemed sad. "you okay, babe?"

 

[Vader Hume]

Vader glanced up, a little startled as Pho sat down next to him. He frowned a little at the statement and looked down at the coffee sitting next to him. He’d mostly tried to swear off the stuff after the nurse’s advice, but on a day like this he knew he’d need it. But when she continued he just let the frown deepen, she was perceptive, more perceptive than he might’ve given her credit for. He sighed a little, ”Pho, I think we should break up,” he spoke quickly, rushing the words out, only briefly glancing up at her as he spoke. He knew it was rather blunt, he wasn’t really even ready to give much of an explanation as to why either. She wouldn’t get it. He didn’t want to say it, that made it more real than he was still willing to admit. ”I’m sorry,” he added lamely, still not looking up at her, unwilling entirely to meet her gaze and see what his actions were doing. ​