"Is this how it is?"

"I don't get why you're so upset over this, Jackson!"

"If you do it always becomes the right words, if you do I can never win! For you it's always reasons but for me its excuses. I saw you with that guy from basketball many times already, don't give me that "We're just friends" excuse because I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you!"

"What? You wanna breakup?"

"There's no point holding on, our relationship scares me, no, you scare me."

"I don't really care Jackson, just do whatever you want. Seriously."

"You're unbelievable. How is this suppose to work out when everytime I say something, you say "Let's breakup"? How am I suppose to deepen my love for you?"

"We're done. You're such a nag and I already have my mom for that. Seriously? I'm going home to sleep."

She didn't even turn to look back at him. Coldy, coldly, she walks further and further away, leaving the guy who gave her all his love alone on the rooftop.

He sits on the bench, heartbroken, awfully shattered, looking at the tall buildings in the distant, the sounds of guys playing basketball at the basketball court below could be heard. Her words hurt, they hurt like sharp dagger piercing mercilessly, hurting deeply. He stays silent for awhile.

"Hey... Jackson?" A girl calls out to him, wondering what he was doing up on the school rooftop alone.

He didn't respond.

"Jackson?" The girl tried again, walking tow