The Prom

Your eyes are burning. The tears just want to roll down your face, but you wont let them. You don't want to be harsh, but you know you'll have a better time going with friends. He looks at you with his puppy eyes, and you don't know what to say.
"Sorry,"
You squeak.
His face sunk, and you can see the hurt in his eyes. He waits for you to continue.
"I kind of want to go with friends this year." Your friends are confused. The perfect couple, now not so perfect.