My boyfriend/girlfriend and I broke up three years ago, we dated for around seven years or so.
S/he told me the guilt was building up inside, and if s/he had waited any longer s/he would have wrapped her/his lips around the barrel of a revolver and played Russian roulette. After telling me, her/his clothes shed and s/he flew off into the endless sea of sky as a hippogriff.
I was shocked, and I’ve never been the same.