Uranus' POV

"I can't do this anymore," I confess to Katie, my girlfriend.

"What do you mean? You can't do this anymore?" She raises her eyebrows, suspiciously at me.

"We can't be together. I'm deeply sorry," I try to sound casual.

"Stop messing up with me," she playfully pulls at my arm.

"That is not a joke, Katie," I say firmly.

"Is it this easy?" She asks, not taking this as I expected.

"It isn't easy-," I try to defend myself, but it ends up to be a useless attempt.

"You're turning a blind eye to what I've done to be with you. How I helped you through your hard times is forgotten like a bat out of hell."

"I won't deny anything you've done for me-," I sincerely say.

"Come meet Katie, the easy duck who helps Uranus then he dumps her without providing a single sensible reason," she's throwing daggers at me.

I'm behind the eight balls, and I have nothing to say. What were my reasons? 1. I don't feel like it anymore; 2. I'm not comfortable; 3. I don't even have one.

If I were in her shoes, I would have probably suffocated myself with my belt. She surely knows how to keep her composure (until now).

Let us list the facts:

1. Katie is so out of my league.
2. She's like a pie in the sky for a guy like me.
3. I didn't want to commit to this relation from the beginning, since commitment isn't my cup of tea.
4. She forced me into this when she told me that she likes me.

I feel her long fingers rest upon my chest, and I have no idea what this would lead us to. Yet I'm sure it will be one of those unpleasant endings. Katie starts pushing me and kicking her cold as ice hands to my rough chest.

Little did she know that my heart is as cold as her hands.

"Why don't we remain friends? Good friends?" I suggest, and I suddenly regret what I just said because of her expression.

"No, I would rather not know you again, Uranus," she looks me in the eyes, making me dread the day we met.

For once in a blue moon, I feel sorry. I'm fragile and vulnerable to losses. I want to keep her as a friend, and I'm afraid all the love she loved me turns to hate.

"You deserve someone who values you. You deserve someone who likes you. You deserve someone who loves you back. That one person who would steal your heart will be so damn lucky. You're a wonderful person, don't forget that," before I can finish my well-rehearsed speech, she pulls me into a hug.

Her tears dissolve in my sweat, but it is a one-sided hug. I can't change my decision now.

"I deserve you..."

"Katie, please, you're just making things harder," I try to stop her.

"My heart is already stolen."

"I can't," I remove her hands from all around me and put them right to her side.

I give her a last sympathetic smile before leaving. I feel the urge to look back, but I don't dare to do it. I'll be back to square one.

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I take a shower to wash away my guilt and fear. Katie is caring and kind. She doesn't deserve a shattered person like me. I don't know why she even liked me.

The truth is, she helped me to pass the time, but she didn't help me cure my wounds.

I don't even believe in love anymore. I won't be looking for it, and I don't want it to chase me either. My love for my parents turned to pain, my love for my friends evaporated, and my love for my girlfriend never happened.

I'm mundane. I'm shattered and lost in my losses.