Chapter 21

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I look over at my clock "3am" I say letting out a big sigh.

"I need sleep" I say in my head but all I can think about is him.

The thoughts in my head kept me up. My eyes felt heavy from crying all night and my throat was dry.

I get a text.

From Noah.
"I'll come by later to give back your stuff"

I sit there staring at my phone and could feel my eyes watering again.

I type "ok" then press send. I throw my phone onto my bed and drag myself out of bed to start packing Noah's stuff.

I collect all of his hoodies he gave me and sweatpants and throw them into the box.
I was too weak to fold them up.

As I sat on the ground looking at the box filled with his things. I start to cry again. I look down at my hand and remember about the promise ring he gave me.

I wiggle it off my finger and place it onto of the pile of his clothes.

I sat on the floor looking at the box with the ring on top and next thing there's a knock at the door.

I could feel my eyes watering again. I pick up the box and open my bedroom door. I walk up the hallway dreading what's about the come.

I stop and stare at the door when I get to it. I could see his figure in the fogged window.

I opened the door and there was Noah holding a box as well.

His eyes were puffy and red.
"Hi" I said quietly.

"Hey" he says in a low voice. He sounds so hurt.

Our eyes lock and meet for a few seconds. I quickly break away and Noah says while handing the box

"Here's your stuff, I'm not sure if everything is in there if your missing something just let me know."

I nod and we exchange the boxes.

I shut the door and break down.

I only want him.

I'm don't know how I'm going to do this without him.

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