"Babe! Please don't do this to me! I'm really sorry! Talk to me, please!" Daniel pleaded while pounding on my dormitory door. I can't believe he did this to me, after I told him everything. Why must this happen to me? I can't handle this. "Do you want me to ask him to leave?" my best friend, and room mate, whispered softly from her bed. "Yes please. I am so sorry for the ruckus he is causing," I managed to say out in between sobs, muffled by my quilt. "Don't worry about it," I heard her soft reply. Shortly after she left the room, the pounding on the door stopped and I heard the distant shuffling of feet. I assumed that Daniel had left as I heard the door clicked open and close. Feeling the side of my bed dip, a hand was placed on top of my quilt which I lay hidden under. "He's gone. You should rest," Myrra's delicate voice sank into my ears as she patted my arm over the quilt. It's over for now, but what should I do from now on? Will things change between us?