LXXXVI

IT WAS FUCKING HOT TODAY.

Samuel was currently outside a mini-mart, absentmindedly staring at the popsicle in his hand that was already on the verge of melting.

"Schatz, what's wrong? Don't you like your popsicle?"

He turned to the girl sitting beside him who was looking at him with a puzzled expression on her beautiful face, the light from the sun reflected on her blue eyes.

"It's nothing," He proceeds to bite it in one go, earning a chuckle from the girl. "I just had a sudden thought,"

"Hmm? About what?"

"About how we've been dating for almost four months but I still don't love you," Samuel bluntly says. He watched how the girl's eyes widened in both surprise and hurt but he continues anyway. "It's about time that we break up, Clara,"

"But-- I thought--"

"You were wrong," The boy stood up from the chair that he was sitting on and stretched his arms, almost as if he didn't just break a girl's heart. "I'm sorry,"