Then I walked into my apartment one rainy Thursday and found him on the couch with my roommate, and not in a “hey, let’s study together” way.
I remember the sound more than the sight, this weird choking noise that I realized a second later was coming from me.
Ryan scrambled, pants half on, saying my name over and over, and my roommate kept saying, “It’s not what you think,” like that line had ever worked on anyone.
I packed a bag while shaking so hard I could barely zip it up, and I left, and something in me stayed broken for a long time.
I swore I would never let any man have that kind of power over my life or my heart again.
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