How is it that she moved in with me, but we break up and I’m the one out on my ass? Things haven’t been good with Mia for a while now, so her suggesting we take a break shouldn’t have been a complete shock, but thinking of all the sacrifices I made to be with her makes me angry that she’d give up on us so damn quickly. The last thing she said to me was “Call me when you’ve figured out what you want.” What do I want? I thought I wanted Mia. But now I have no idea. I can’t get Beth out of my head, but how much of that is guilt over what happened? I slam my hand down on the steering wheel and curse, because I have no idea what I’m gonna do. I swipe the room card, waiting until the green light glows before I push the door open. Throwing my bags down on the bed, I walk straight over to the minibar and prepare myself a drink. I can’t think straight, but given I have my final exams next week, I know I need to study.
