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majority of our relationship?¡±
¡°You don¡¯t understand, it didn¡¯t start as anything, we were just friends, I¡ª¡±
¡°I don¡¯t want to hear the story of how you fell for each other online like you were
some lovestruck high school pen pals, Travis,¡± I said, my voice now cracking as I struggled
to keep from breaking into full sobs so I could ask the only questions I cared about. ¡°Why
did you move me to Sturgis? Why did you make me quit my job, leave my apartment, all
so you could be with someone else? You¡¯ve humiliated me. I¡¯m going to be mortified
going back home. Why did you do this to me?¡±
¡°Sam, I¡¡±
¡°And today. Of all days.¡± I choked back a gulp of tears, trying to mask it with a cold,
disgusted laugh, but I couldn¡¯t. Tears sprung up in my eyes and poured down my face.
¡°You know what I planned tonight? I planned a nice date for you and me. Why? Because
for the first time since I moved to this shitty fucking town, I felt like things were going to
be okay.¡± Travis lowered his head, and I took a deep breath. ¡°I felt happy, Travis. Finally, I
felt like moving here wasn¡¯t a huge mistake. Then I come home to this.¡±
We fought for a bit longer before it turned into a gobbledygook mess of sobs and me
whipping pillows at his naked body before I began stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
¡°You¡¯re not actually leaving, are you?¡± Travis asked, wrapping a bathrobe around
himself, while I zipped the hard-plastic top shut.
¡°Yeah, actually, I am.¡±
¡°Why? How?¡±
¡°Because Travis. I¡¯d rather be a twenty-seven-year-old living at my dad¡¯s in Mascid¡¡± I
stood at the top of the stairs, leaning my hip on the suitcase¡¯s handle and pinching the
bridge of my nose. ¡°¡than spend another second in Sturgis with a man who I love but
would rather fuck some slut he met playing World of Warcraft.¡±
He trailed behind me down the staircase with his hands together, pleading as I slipped
on my beige shoes. ¡°At least give me a chance. Come on, four years together, Sam. You¡¯re
my best friend. Don¡¯t throw this away.¡±
I shook my head at him in disbelief and opened the door.
¡°You already threw this away.¡±
