It was cold as I walked home. The words still echoing in my mind. I walked slowly, deep in thought. I put the key in my lock and walked in, sighing, throwing down my keys on the counter. Slumping down at the door. Crying. My roommate came over to me. She looked almost as heartbroken as me. She sighed, sliding down next to me. "He's still your right person?" She asked looking away. "Right person, wrong time."
