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"What are you doing?" He said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Packing my things up." I replied trying to make my voice seem calm.

"Where are you going?" He asked again.

"Somewhere." I replied shortly.

With that I turned the doorknob of our apartment slowly leaving him. Living my life.

I hurriedly rolled my bags into the elevator and when I finally stepped in, my tears started to fall from my eyes. Five years ago I thought that my relationship with him will be forever. Well, I guess everything I thought was impossible to happen. Then Reality comes f*cking everything up.