Tw: self hatred, nightmare, breakup

They didn't love him anymore, why would they? What the fuck was happening? He can't remember how he got there, staring at the floor and struggling to process information.

There's a lump in his throat and tears in his eyes but he continues anyway, "what?" He can't look up, terrified of the look he's getting, "you-"

"Found someone better." His breath catches in his throat as he nods dumbly.

Of course they found someone better, anyone was better, and this was a long time coming. There's a huff, then loud footsteps walking away from him, he took to long to respond, idiot.

There's a pit in his stomach, they replaced him, he knew they would, he should've left sooner, should've helped himself. Why didn't he leave sooner? Because he was a selfish piece of shit who stayed even though it was clear they didn't want him to, god, what the fuck was wrong with him?

He freezes, vision suddenly flooded with darkness, it wasn't real. He sits suddenly, glancing around, he was alone, he never woke up alone. Maybe it was real? It couldn't be real, it was light out, they were probably all just awake and he had no reason to panic.

Why was he still panicking? Some amount of the dream had to be rooted in reality, he pulls his knees to his chest, staring blankly at the bed, they probably would leave him soon. He tries to remember what prompted those responses, what led to that, but all he can remember was the final conversation, was being told he was replaceable. Was he?

He didn't want to lose them. God, he was such a piece of shit, they deserved so much better and he had the audacity to stay? When all he did was drag them down? What the fuck was wrong with him? They deserved better.