"ððððĒ, ððð'ð ððð ððð ð ððð ðĨðĒð ðĄððŽ, ðļ ðððð ððððððĒ ð ðððð ððð ðððð ðððð ðððð ððŦðĒð ðĄð, ðļ'ð ðððð ððððððð ðĒðð ðð ðððð ðð ðððð ðððð, ðððð ððððððð ðŪðŽ. ððð'ðð ðððððð ðð ððððð, ðĒðð'ðð ðððððð ðð ððððð, ððð ðððð ððð ððððððĒ ððĻðŪððĄðĒð§ð , ðð ðð ðð ððððð, ðð ðð ððððð, ð ð ððððð ðð ðĻð§ ððĻ ðŽðĻðĶðððĄðĒð§ð " High school sweethearts. This is how I can describe our relationship. It was sweet and cute, he was the perfect boyfriend. It was all like a dream, like a movie even. But every movie has an ending. And unfortunately not every ending is beautiful. !!warnings!! -spoiler free. -the plot is the only thing I own. The arts and the characters doesn't belong to me. -Fluff, Smut, Angst. ðĪcompletedðĪ