This story's crazy, but it might trigger some people.

I wish I had the courage to unalive my ex-boyfriend.

Around August 2019, I had a classmate who I started talking to.

He was the class president of our class, so he talked to everybody.

He was very nice and very hard working at first, and I guess that's what made me attracted to him.

We hit it off instantly, and soon enough, we started dating.

Not even two months in, he started to get spicy, and I was uneasy because I never got spicy with anybody before.

But I went along with it.

Then October came around and it was our semester break.

He invited me over to his dorm room to watch a movie since all of his roommates were going back to their families while he was the only one left.

I knew what his intentions were, but I was just not comfortable and ready to hook up at that time.

So I told him that I didn't want to go any further.

He was like, please, just a small stuff. That's it, I promise.

And he kept begging and begging until I said yes.

The next day I went to his dorm.

It was 5am, by the way, and I had to walk to his dorm cold and moist because I had just gotten out of the shower.

I laid on his bed to rest because my legs were tired from all the walking and not even three minutes in, he tried to get busy.

He totally ignored me and just kept repeating, I promise I'll go slow.

I'm not going to hurt you.

And at that point, tears started rolling down my face and I just froze.

He asked me if I was okay and I just nodded my head.

I didn't know why, maybe because I just wanted it to be over.

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