Because I forgot to text my boyfriend goodnight, he brought up breaking up again.

"It's always that damn internship of yours!" "Emma, believe me, one word from me and you'll be done in New York!"

I'd been pulling overtime for three months straight trying to get that job.

Exhausted, I hung up.

Suddenly, bullet chat appeared in my vision:

[What's up with Emma? Not only didn't she apologize, she hung up before Liam did!]

[Liam stayed up half an hour past his usual bedtime waiting for her 'goodnight'! He was practically whimpering for it.]

[Liam's such a tsundere.]

Just then, I received a message from HR: [Ms Davis, our full-time conversion slots in New York are filled.

Would you consider a position in San Francisco?]

San Francisco?

Before I could process it, other jarring messages appeared:

[Internship is more important than me?]

[Emma, we're through!]

[Just wait for the termination notice.]

I typed out an explanation and hit send.

But a red exclamation mark met me.

Liam had blocked me.

Again.

I’d lost count of how many times we fought.

The bullet chat, however, were overwhelmingly on Liam’s side:

[Tsundere boy deleted our girl again!

He instantly regrets it and is gonna be staring at his phone all night unable to sleep.

So adorably pathetic!]

[Emma, go add him back!

Liam's about to cry!]

[Liam's just all talk.

He adores Emma deep down.

His mom's always been against him dating her, but he insists it.

If that's not love, what is?]

I couldn't be bothered to read more.

This wasn't the first time Liam had blocked me.

Last time, we were traveling abroad together.

He wanted to see a famous local show, but due to transit and weather, we arrived five minutes late.

Liam flew into a rage, blaming me, "If you'd reminded me three hours earlier, we wouldn't be late!"

"Why didn't you check the damn weather forecast?

Why didn't you research properly?"

"You just don't care about what I want!"

"We're done!"

It was the midnight of a foreign city.

He just left me in the strange neighborhood, having taken all our cash.

Alone, unfamiliar territory, and just then, news broke about young female tourists going missing.

Terrified, I sent him frantic messages to apologize and beg him to come back.

But halfway through my texts, he blocked me.

Luckily, two tourists from the US happened by and helped me out.

When I got back to the hotel, Liam was fast asleep.

He wouldn’t open the door when I knocked.

I knew if I got the front desk to open it, he’d make a scene.

Finally, I slept on a sofa in the hotel lobby that night.

The next day, Liam finally came to me.

Seeing me looking wrecked, he apologized profusely, "I was just so angry last night.

Breaking up was just talk."

"Emma, I’ll never do that again.

I’m just… insecure.

Please forgive me?"

"Honey, just look at me, I’ll always come crawling back to you."

But afterward… It was me who had to apologize countless times, bending over backwards to appease him.

And he’d say, "Apologies need sincerity.

I don't see it in you."

He practically wanted me to grovel.

It’d been four years since we started dating.

We were about to graduate from college.

Many couples drift apart at the moment.

Maybe it was time for our relationship to end too.