This happened in the summer before I moved away for university. I had been with this girl for a year, but the relationship wasn’t that great and she didn’t want to do long distance, so we broke up. We had “broken up” in the past, but we always got back together within a week and we rarely stopped talking. But this time was different. Things ended badly, we hadn’t talked in a couple of weeks and the relationship was very much over.
It was Friday, I was leaving early on Sunday morning. I got a text and to my surprise, it was from my ex. She asked me if I wanted to hang out tonight so she could see me before I left. I wasn’t interested in just hanging out with her, I would rather have spent time with my friends, so I told her no. But then she said “that’s a shame, it could have been fun.” At this point, I knew exactly what she meant and honestly, it was unexpected. Even though I had just told her no, I thought to myself, I don’t know when the next time I will be with a girl will be, fuck it. So I told her I’d be there, she told me to come over at 8. I knew she had to be home alone, because she lived in a tiny house, we had never even attempted anything when her parents were home because there was absolutely no privacy.