Chapter 6: Breaking Points

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After that, I got even more careful. Never texted or called first. I knew his circle looked down on me. He only wanted to see me when he needed me.

I started leaving my phone on silent, checking it only alone. I learned to disappear in public. I never posted about him, never even hinted at our secret.

I always used helping my mom as an excuse to turn down his invites. He never looked at me in public, sometimes even flirting with other girls. But in his apartment, he’d kiss me from head to toe.

The world outside was cold, but in his bedroom, I was someone else—wanted, needed, if only for a little while.

I had to admit, Lucas’s skills were getting better and better. For me, the pressure of grades and debt faded in those moments. I seemed even more addicted than Lucas.

I started craving the escape—the way his hands made me forget everything. It was dangerous, but I couldn’t help myself.

Lucas was obsessed too. I thought we’d last until college started. But after a month, Lucas suddenly broke up with me. Before I could reply, he blocked me.

The message was short, cold, like a business deal. I stared at it, numb as reality sank in.

When I saw the message, I was stunned. My first thought was to check my balance. There was still $60,000. Still short by $30,000 to pay off the debt. But at least it wasn’t the mountain it used to be.

I stared at the digits, numb. Sixty thousand dollars felt huge, but in my world, it still wasn’t enough. My future was hanging by a thread.

I sighed. Dumped is dumped. At least I still had $60,000. The rest, I’d earn in college.

I got up, stretched, and started packing my textbooks for orientation. I promised myself I wouldn’t look back. There was no time for heartbreak—not when bills were due.

It’s just a pity. I might never meet someone as perfect as Lucas again. Even if I did, he’d probably be rotten. Not like Lucas, who also gave me his first time.

I told myself I’d be fine, but the ache lingered. Maybe this is just how first love ends—in silence, with only memories and bank statements.