The Hundredth Breakup

Synopsis

The rain was icy, pelting my face like countless tiny needles. Vincent Warner gripped my wrist hard, his knuckles going pale. His eyes were rimmed red, and his voice shook so much that it barely sounded like him. "Lucille, don't go," Vincent choked out. "Please." My heart tightened as the system's icy countdown rang in my head. [23:59:50] I had to make the ninety-ninth breakup happen before the clock struck twelve midnight. I forced myself to meet his shattered gaze, every word laced with venomous calm. "Vincent, I'm tired of this."