Final Breakup: No. 100

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year.

Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him.

Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class.

At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore.

He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed.

I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up.

The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness.

Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back.

His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice.

So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

Thor Bentley and I grew up together—we were true childhood sweethearts.

We were neighbors from the day we were born. We attended the same schools from kindergarten to high school, and we were always in the same class.

At sixteen, we confessed our feelings for each other.

At eighteen, during our coming-of-age ceremony, our families made it official with an engagement.

We'd promised to enter the same university, graduate together, and marry right after senior year.

Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match—meant for each other in this life and the next. And I believed that too. I thought I would grow old by his side, until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina Prescott joined our class.

Lina was strikingly beautiful and bold, her arrival turning heads the moment she stepped through the door. Even the teachers adored her.

When the seating was arranged, our homeroom teacher paired her with Thor, saying her grades were poor and she needed his help.

Thor, cold and aloof by nature, wasn't interested in tutoring anyone. But the teacher pressed him with guilt, saying, "You're part of the class committee.