Dump her.

You were lost in thought during your drive, running multiple scenarios in your mind, but eventually, you decide it would be best to dump her. Rose, or Red as you have come to call her, has always been the alone type. The only reason you think you two ever started dating was because of Red's sister, Rebecca. Who practically **** both of you into a kiss. As if on cue, your phone goes off, signaling you have a new text message. Taking a quick glance down you see that the sender is Rose. Sitting at red light, you pick up the phone and swipe it on, opening the message.

"Hey, we need to talk."

"I was going to tell you the same." you reply, setting your phone back down.

Later, you arrive at your college campus. It was always difficult to find a decent parking spot, either everyone owned their own vehicle, or you were just unlucky. Today was no different. After driving up and down multiple parking lanes, you finally find an empty spot and park your car, locking it as you walk onto school grounds. The school itself was new and modern, the main building's exterior made up entirely of one-sided windows and glass, the others in the same fashion. You are currently majoring in creative writing, and most your classes took place in a smaller building off in a corner of the property.

As you are heading to your class, you phone rumbles in your pant's pocket, it was Red.

"I'm at the plaza, where are you?"

"On my way."

You were hoping that your talk with Red would be after classes, and not before. You turn direction, and head to the plaza. Once there, you immediately caught noticed Red. She had medium length red hair, a slim, pale body, a nice pair of baseball sized breasts. On her face, she had applied a patch of white powder on each cheek. She was clothed in a pink shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. You walk up to her, "Hey." you say.

"Hi," she calls you by your name.

"So, why don't you go first?"

Red nods, "Recently I've been thinking, I think I want to take our relationship to the next level. We've been dating since high school, it's time. We're both adults now."

You feel a horrible pressure in your gut, guilt.

You sigh, "Listen, Red, I want to break up with you." you say bluntly.

Her eyes go wide, "What? But--"

You interrupt her, "I cheated on you, Red."

"Why? When? Who?!"

"Another girl from one of my courses."

"How could you? After all this time?" Tears swell in Red's eyes.

"Rose, it was an accident, but..."

"Then why tell me?! I would rather if you kept it a secret! At least then we could still..."

You feel terrible, watching begin to ball her eyes out, but this was the choice you made. And you will have to stick to it.

"Sorry." you say, walking away.

Kill yourself.

This was the right decision. It was either this or lying about this throughout the rest of relationship, which would have just made you feel worse. Classes went by uneventfully, no one bothered you, you weren't called upon. After class, you left for home.