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I knocked on the door. Mascara running down my face, lipstick fading. Eyeliner smudged, foundation blotchy.

That was the least of my worries. The door opened with a boy I knew very well. Jake.

I jumped into his arms, I couldn't let go of him. He held me and I tightened my grip. Tears were falling faster than a shower head right now.

I held in my loud sobs as he let me go. He looked at me with a serious expression and pulled my bags in. "What's wrong?" He said softly touching my cheek.

"Shhh..." I said softly before placing a heavily shivering finger slowly on my lips. That's the first time my voice echoed in the house, he wouldn't hear the voice he once thought was the sweetest for a very long time now.

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