"Hey, I'm here," I called as I saw him looking for me. He immediately approached me while holding his phone.

"What's this? Is there something you wanna say?" He asked, I laughed.

"I'm breaking up with you, lad." I pushed him slightly with just my forefinger. "Anyway, what a sloppy asshole you are. Do you think that I won't know about your background? Funny af," I said while laughing. This man here, he is my boyfriend— ex-boyfriend to be exact.

"W-what?" He stuttered.

"Remember, I can turn everything upside down." I winked at him and before he could even react, I turned my back at him and walked away.

He stopped me by my shoulder. "No, you ain't walking out on me," he said between gritted teeth.

I sighed. "You got played. Now, it's game over."

"Oh? Are guys like me your favorite game to play with?" He said, pissed.

"No, don't flatter yourself," arrogantly, I said.

I did not continue trotting away from him. I halted for a second. This will do.

"The game of love," I muttered.

"What?" He asked as he couldn't just decipher the thing I just said enough.

I started taking my steps away from him again. "My favorite game." My voice was monotonous and low, but loud enough for him to hear.

I continued walking my path and did not bother hearing him out again as he continuously cursed behind my back.