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It's morning, daylight shines the room through the blinds. My knee kind of hurts but not as worst as yesterday. I get up from my bed and look across the room. Amanda is sleeping peacefully, how could she? I get dressed and grab my bag and jacket and leave my dorm.

I take my phone out of my bag and call the dorm management, "Hello my name is Emma," I start.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A lady's voice says over the phone.

"I'd like to change my dorm room, are there any open dorms at building A?" I ask as I'm walking down the hall of dorms.

"Let me check for you," she says as I hear keyboard typing in the background.

"Okay."

"Which room are you currently living in?"

"I'm living on the 2nd floor in room 16," I say. I hear her typing once again.

"So your name is Emma Evans and your roommate is Amanda Harris?"

"Yes, I'm Emma Evans," I say.

"So we have a room available but it's on the same floor, is that fine?"

"Yes, of course," I say.

"The room that is available is room 23," she says.

"Great! Is it possible if I could move out today?" I ask.

"Anytime you'd like, also you don't have a roommate, they come in after winter break," she explains.

"Okay, thanks," I say.

"Your welcome, just come down to the office and grab the keys to your new room,"

"Okay," I hang up.

I go down to the office and the lady gives me the keys. I leave the building and head to school.

I sit in my creative writing class, losing myself in my thoughts. The professor is explaining something but I don't hear it because my thoughts are louder than him. "How could he do this? After being in love for many years? I loved him with everything I had but he ruined it, he ruined me."

The class went by so fast, I'm glad it did. I leave writing class and as I'm walking to sociology I feel my arm being grabbed behind me. I turn around.

"Emma, please listen to me," Sammy says.

"I don't want to listen to anything, everything was clear last night," I say as I try to walk off but he's still holding on. "Let go of my arm," I say calmly.

"No. I'm never going to let go of you, I love you," he says.

"Stop with the lies, if you really loved me then you would have never done what you did," I say.

"I know you love me, you would never leave me," he says.

"I don't love you," I say as I stutter a bit.

"You are lying to yourself," he says. "You love me," he insists.

"No, I don't!" I yell.

"Then explain this," he says letting go of my arm and then taking an envelope out of his back bag.

"That was before everything," I say grabbing the envelope out of his hands. I rip it in half and then into pieces. He looks at me with sad eyes but those blue eyes aren't going to help him ever get me back. "I hope you and Amanda are happy together," I say grabbing his hand and putting the pieces of paper in his open palm. I feel strong and serious-looking into his eyes but then I turn around and walk away with tears in my eyes. "How will I get through this," I think to myself as I look up to god. "Help me out, you always do."

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