- 3.
I got back to my apartment.
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I you walk LU IITу apartmenL.
It wasn’t big, but I had made it nice and cozy.
The walls were covered in photos of me and
Jake.
Except I took them all without him; he never
wanted to take pictures.
He didn’t want to post on social media, and
he always ditched me on our anniversaries.
I paid for everything, the apartment, food,
going out.
I told my landlord that I wanted to leave, and I
took everything to the trash.
Someone knocked on the door.
Jake and Brittany.
“Vi, are you moving?”
Brittany took my hand but I pulled away.
Jake glared at me.
“Moving? Her dad died a while ago, and she’s
been writing to pay for his medical bills.
“This place costs her two grand a month; she
く
“What do you want?” I asked.
Jake said, “Apologize to Brittany and admit
you copied her.”
