The Breakup

Next week, after Valerie’s and I final love making session, my mom received a call late at night. I was having trouble sleeping, and I was trying to go to the bathroom, but then I heard mom breaking down in tears, screaming, and then sobbing. I ran out as fast as possible to see what was going on, and I found my mom on her knees, crying with her phone in her hand. I helped her stand up, and I had to hold her tightly as she was collapsing on me. She started to cry on my shoulder, and I tried to ask her what happened, but she refused to say anything until she had the strength to say it.

“It’s your father… he had a fatal car accident…” - mom whispered to me, and that’s when we both collapsed. That night, I learned that I had lost my father, but I knew I wasn’t only losing dad, I was losing pretty much my entire life. After that event, news spread like wildfire. Everyone was talking about my father’s **** in school, but in the news too, as my dad was a bit of a famous, and really successful person, because he owns a massive electronics company.

Valerie was there for me for an entire week. She found out about my father’s passing, and she came to me as soon as she could. I was in my weakest moments, but she was able to stay by my side, and help me stay strong, even when I had lost all hope in life. I didn’t even think about sex that whole week, we just kissed, and she assured me she was going to support me.

“It’s okay babe, I’m here with you, everything is going to be fine, you have me at your side” - is only one of the things she told me. All of her support did help a little, and it was those soothing things she said that made me smile a little. I only wish I could have done the same with mom, but I didn’t know how -- although it was a good thing that I stayed strong, or else I really would have made things worse.

After a complicated week, mom called my sister and I to announce that we had to move out to another city. As soon as I finish highschool we would sell the house, and leave everything behind. It took me by complete surprise. I just couldn’t believe I was going to leave the city that I had lived in for 18 years, but most importantly I had to say goodbye to all of my friends, and probably the most important person in my life… Valerie.

It was really tough, and even mom knew how hard it would be for me to say goodbye to my girlfriend. She pretty much thought Valerie was going to be my wife, and we would make her a grandmother, but the dreams of everyone involved were crushed from my dad’s ****. Mom did help me break the news to my girlfriend though, but it wasn’t easy -- specially because Valerie had supported me for the entire week, and now I was breaking up with her.

I called her to meet up at our favorite place. It was a park, where we spent so many hours just hanging out, talking while going around the entire park, and even one time we had sex in the bushes at night -- when I think no one was watching, or so we hoped. I got there late though, so when I arrived, I saw that Valerie was waiting for me at a bench. I approached her, but my depressed expression was too noticeable, and she realized something was horribly wrong.

“W-what happened? What’s wrong??” - Valerie asks me, extremely worried, and even starting to tear up just from seeing me like this. I knew I had to break the news to her quickly, or else I would **** us both with the suspense, but I hesitated for a long moment to do so. I was already getting emotional for doing this, and I think she already started figuring out what was happening. I couldn’t hide it, and it was going to make it even more difficult for me to tell her our relationship is over -- but at least she was already expecting something bad to happen, so I guess it wasn’t too bad.

“I’m sorry Valerie, I have to move out of the city… I don’t know why but it just happened... I don’t know if I can stay here any longer, I just can’t… I need to leave, and that means that… you know… we have to end this” - I explain to my girlfriend, and as awkward as this interaction is, she seems to understand immediately. Even though I’m very vague with my words, and I can’t help but sob a little, my girlfriend seemed to pick up the hint pretty fast, and it didn’t even take her a second to break down in tears.

She genuinely looked like she was about to die, like her whole world just collapsed, like she just lost the love of her life, and she was never going to love again. I honestly felt the same when I realized I couldn’t continue living in that city any longer, so I understood her reaction. I couldn’t comprehend her pain though. As much as I tried, I just couldn’t find a way to make her stop crying. I tried hugging her, but then I felt like I was going to cry, so I just had to suffer, as I watched my girlfriend collapse on the ground, and burst into tears.

She couldn’t say anything for a while. She was clearly at a loss of words, and I think it took her a few seconds to realize that we had also lost our 4 year old relationship. I also started feeling like her, as I couldn’t accept the fact that our love was over. I didn’t want it to be over, but I had to stay strong, and I didn’t let my feelings beat me. But she then tried to get something out of her back pocket, like she was trying to show me something, but she didn’t have the strength to say pretty much anything.

“I-I… Andrew, I… can’t believe this… I’m…” - Valerie tried to say, but she hesitated, and after a long pause, she hid that thing she pulled out of her pocket. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but it looked like a tool, or maybe some sort of thermometer. I still don’t know what she wanted to show me though, and I probably never will. I also don’t know why she would show me a thermometer, but it didn’t matter.

I wanted to leave right there, but I knew I had to stay, so we talked for an hour. We just reminisced about the past, and tried to save the best memories of our relationship. There were laughs, smiles, awkward moments, and tears -- lots and lots of tears. We both ended crying, and we hugged for a last time, before it was time to say goodbye to each other.

“I will always love you, don’t forget about that…” - I whispered in Valerie’s ear as we held each other. I tried to promise her my love for her would never go away, and I still want to keep that promise, but we both knew that we were not going to be able to express that love for each other anymore. My final words to her seemed to have comforted her, but I wasn’t sure if she needed to hear more.

And since I didn’t know what else to say, we just stared at each other for a painfully uncomfortable time. We were both speechless, but then she just grabbed my head, and kissed me like there was no tomorrow, just like the first time I kissed her. I thought it was a sweet end for our relationship, but the kiss did taste bitter, since it felt like this was the last time we were going to see each other -- although in this case there was no future for our relationship, so it made sense why she would do that.

We went our separate ways, and I got to my house to reflect through the whole night. After that day, I had lost my girlfriend, and an amazing 4 year old relationship was nothing but memories now. It took me a long time to get over it, and I still don’t know if I’m over it, but I slowly got rid of the pain I felt for days.

We saw each other a couple times in school. Things were more awkward than ever now that we had broken up, and people found out pretty quickly. It was weird not being with Valerie, not kissing her in the middle of a hallway, not even talking to her. I just saw her a couple times, and that’s it. It was ****, but it thankfully didn’t last too long, since I just had to do the finals to leave the school.

I had to take a thousand tests early, so I made sure I was ready for college, and I could graduate quickly. I aced every single one of them, but it didn’t really feel like a victory. Even the teachers told me I might get a scholarship, and that I was going to be really successful in college, and have a nice career. But even with such a good performance, I was leaving school more depressed than ever.

After that, in my last week of school, I had to tell everyone I was leaving. Most of my close friends already knew, but I tried keeping it a secret until the very last day. When I revealed the news, a lot of them were surprised, and at the end of my final day, they gathered around me to say goodbye. I spent a good hour just saying goodbye to all of my friends, some of them who I didn’t even know were my friends -- and maybe they weren’t, but I was glad to have so many people care about me.

Some of them only said goodbye with a handshake, some of them have me a big hug, but what surprised me was the fact that a lot of girls came to me, and confessed that they had a crush on me for years -- apparently I had a lot of girls in love with me, and I never even noticed. One of those girls was a really close friend of mine, and one of the hottest girls in school, but she wanted to give me a special goodbye -- as she approached me out of nowhere, and caught me off guard with a sort of love confession.

“I would have definitely fucked you if I had the chance… Now I regret that Valerie got you as her boyfriend first and not me…” - the girl whispered in my ear, and giggled playfully. I thought she was just joking, so I laughed with her for a second, before she proceeded to pull me into a kiss. She gives me a smooch in front of everyone, and I think even Valerie gets to see -- I bet she was pretty jealous as well.

This girl was really into it as well, since I could feel her tongue wrapping around mine, and she pretty much **** me to kiss her for an incredibly long kiss. I think I did kiss her back, so we made out for 20 seconds before separating our lips. The whole school was cheering for me, but I was just confused, and my mouth was left a mess with the amount of saliva from the kiss. I thought it was extremely hot to be kissed like that, and it was definitely a nice goodbye, but it also led to some arousal -- I got a boner that I had to hide in front of everyone, but I needed to take care of it, and that’s when something unexpectedly sexy happened.