My boyfriend's electric razor was borrowed by his female "best friend." When she returned it, it was covered in tiny, dark hairs. "Are these her armpit hairs?" I demanded, storming into the bathroom. Before my boyfriend could answer, a series of comments popped up in my vision, like a live stream chat. [LOL, this girlfriend is so petty. What else is a razor for if not for shaving?] [If she’s this mad about armpit hair, imagine if she knew the bestie used it to shave her bikini line. She'd probably have a heart attack.] [Don't worry, guys. If she doesn't throw a fit and start a huge fight, how will the male lead ever realize his true feelings? He's been hiding behind the 'best friend' label for years because he's scared of losing her. This is true love, I'm telling you!] [Just waiting for the crazy girlfriend to push him away so the bestie can swoop in and comfort him. Sparks will fly, and they'll finally get their happily ever after!] My boyfriend's annoyed voice snapped me back to reality. "So what if they are? We're best friends, we don't care about that stuff. Stop being so dramatic." I just smiled and handed the razor back to him. "It's your stuff. If you're not grossed out, then it's fine by me." 1. Asher was a neat freak with a touch of OCD. Since we moved in together, I’d kept our apartment spotless. I hand-washed and ironed all his clothes, making sure there was never a single wrinkle. I mopped the floors twice a day, and I changed the sheets every three days. Normally, I would have meticulously cleaned every single hair off that razor before giving it back to him. But this time, I just handed it to him, hairs and all. Asher stared at me, stunned. The live stream chat in my head exploded. [WTF? Why isn't she flipping out? Isn't she supposed to have a full-blown meltdown and demand an explanation?] [Yeah, at this point in the story, the bestie and the male lead are still just friends. It's the crazy girlfriend's jealousy that pushes him into the bestie's arms. If she doesn't follow the script, what's gonna happen to our girl?] [OMG, this stupid side character is going off-script. What is she planning?] I ignored the ridiculous comments and walked out of the bathroom. "I'm going to be late for work," Asher called after me, grabbing my arm. He didn't have to say it. I knew he didn't want to use that razor and was hoping I'd clean it for him. But why should I have to clean up after another woman's pubic hairs? "Oh," I said flatly. "Then you should probably hurry up." I gently closed the bedroom door behind me, ignoring the shocked look on his face, and calmly started packing my suitcase. 2. Asher and I met our freshman year of college. He was the student body president, and I was the top-ranked incoming student. We were assigned to co-host the orientation ceremony. I wasn't looking for a relationship, but he pursued me relentlessly. He wrote me heartfelt letters every morning and evening, brought me three home-cooked meals a day, and if I so much as glanced at something in a store window, it would appear on my desk the next day. When I was being bullied by some upperclassmen, he was always the first one there to defend me. Everyone said we were the perfect couple. Eventually, I was swept up in the romance of it all and agreed to be his girlfriend on his 18th attempt. The first time I heard about his female "best friend" was the night I said yes. We were watching a movie when his phone started buzzing incessantly. "It's just my best bro," he'd whispered in my ear. "Probably heard the good news and is calling to congratulate me." "I'll just take this outside." I didn't think much of it at the time. But he was on the phone for the entire movie. An hour and a half. When the movie ended, I was pushed along with the crowd, finally getting some fresh air. I saw him standing under a streetlight, moths fluttering around him. It was a hot summer night, and his arms were covered in mosquito bites, but he hadn't moved an inch. As I got closer, I heard a cheerful, feminine voice on the other end of the line. "Can't you stand a little closer to the light, dude? I can't see your face." "You're finally in a relationship, and you're just going to forget about your best friend, huh? We haven't seen each other in, like, six months." It hit me then. His best "bro" was a girl. I stared at Asher, and he had a pout on his face. "Don't even start with me. It's my first day in a relationship. You've been in one for six months." I didn't realize it then, but that was right when he had started pursuing me. Now, seeing the comments, it all made sense. My perfect, fairy-tale romance was just a lie, a childish game from the very beginning. [Poor guy. He didn't even know his own heart back then.] [The bestie got a boyfriend first, so he got jealous and started dating someone else to compete with her. They were so close to being together!] [If only he had realized he was jealous back then, he wouldn't have been stuck with this psycho for so many years. And now they're about to get engaged!] That's right. Asher and I were supposed to have our engagement party in seven days. We'd been together for seven years, from freshman year of college to my last year of my master's program. He was a year older than me and had a great job in his hometown. After a year of long distance, he had proposed three months ago. Even though I knew that being with him meant leaving my home of over twenty years and starting a new life in a new city, I had said yes without a second thought. But now, I regretted it. 3. The apartment we were living in was supposed to be our marital home. His family had paid for it in full, and my family had paid for the renovations. As I calmly packed my bags, I tried to figure out how to get my family's money back. The comments kept scrolling. [Wait, is she leaving him?] [This psycho doesn't get that she's just a plot device, does she? Stop messing with the story!] Just as I was zipping up my suitcase, Asher walked in, holding a brand-new razor. He saw my suitcase and frowned. "You're just going back to campus for your thesis defense, right? Why are you packing so much?" [Oh, right! I forgot she had to go back for her defense.] [LOL, I actually thought she was breaking up with him for a second. I guess I overestimated her.] [What are you guys thinking? She's obsessed with him. And their engagement party is in a week, the invitations have already been sent out. There's no way she's giving up that easily.] I ignored the comments. And Asher. I just tucked my ID and passport into my suitcase. He grabbed my hand. "We need to talk." But his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and his frown deepened. "I might have to work late today," he said quickly. "But I'll still be able to take you to the train station. Just wait for me at home." He rushed out the door. I thought he was really going to work. But then, that evening, I got a text from the train ticket app. *Your train ticket has been successfully changed.* 4. I jumped to my feet, my hand slipping from the handle of my suitcase. It crashed to the floor with a loud thud, scattering my panicked thoughts. My defense was tomorrow. I had specifically booked an evening train so Asher could take me to the station after work. But now, it had been changed to the earliest train the next morning. That meant I would have to rush straight from the station to the university, and if there were any delays, I would miss my defense. How could this have happened? Was it a weather delay? I immediately called the ticket app's customer service. The moment I was connected to a representative, a chorus of "LOL"s filled the comments. [OMG, guys, she's so dumb. She actually thinks it was a weather delay.] [She's going to lose it when she finds out he was the one who changed it.] [Well, what was he supposed to do? Our strong, independent queen, the bestie, was finally showing a moment of weakness. He couldn't just abandon her. It's the crazy girlfriend's fault for not realizing she was getting in the way of true love.] A chill went down my spine. Asher had changed my ticket? Just to be with his "best friend," Sienna, who was feeling down? My hand was trembling as I dialed his number. "Asher," I said, my voice surprisingly calm. "Why did you change my train ticket?" He just sighed. "Sienna got fired. She's really upset." "You know how she is," he continued. "When she's sad, she stress-eats, but she just had a stomach ulcer. As her best friend, I can't just leave her alone." It hit me then. "So," I said, my voice flat, "when you rushed out this morning, you weren't going to work. You were going to be with Sienna." Suddenly, Sienna was on the phone. Her voice was hoarse. "It's not his fault, Chloe. I'll tell him to come back and take you to the station right now." "I told him I was fine," she added. "He's always so overprotective." Asher sighed again. I could picture the look of annoyance on his face. Whenever it came to Sienna, he always got impatient with me. Even the comments were getting annoyed. [This girlfriend is so annoying. She's interrupting their special moment.] [They were so close to confessing their true feelings, and she had to ruin it.] [I'll bet you a dollar she's about to throw a tantrum. She really thinks that's how you win a man's heart.] [You don't need to bet on that. Of course she's going to go crazy.] Asher sighed again, his voice thick with frustration. "Chloe, I promise you won't miss your defense. You don't have to…" "I get it," I said, cutting him off. Then, I hung up. 5. I immediately called a cab and went to the train station. I changed my ticket back to the original time. The comments were a stream of mockery. [Wait, what is she doing? She's such a manipulative bitch.] [She's just changing it back so he'll see the notification and come running after her. She's not going to cry and scream this time, she's going to play the victim and run away?] [LOL, not everyone is the main character. Does she really think this is going to get his attention?] [This girl is so toxic. How is she supposed to be a foil to our sweet, down-to-earth bestie? I'm crying.] [Don't worry, she won't be able to keep it up for long. I guarantee she won't get on that train until she sees him. She's just wasting a ticket.] I just glanced at the comments and then looked away. As I was heading to the platform, I got a text from Asher. [You changed it back?] [Come on, don't be like this. Sienna is worried about you. She even offered to come with me to see you off.] [See? Why can't you be more like her?] [We're on our way. Just wait for me. We'll talk before you go. We agreed, never go to bed angry, remember?] The train pulled into the station. The crowd pushed me forward, into the bustling car. Ignoring the comments that were still flashing in my vision, I calmly found my seat. As the train started to move, I looked down at my phone and typed a reply. [Don't bother, Asher.] [We're breaking up.]
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