I really was sorry for what I did for Ginny, but I could help it. I liked Brandon since 8th grade when we hung out together at a dance.

Every time I took a breathe my lungs felt as if it were going to collapse.

I stare at the white ceiling just listening. The occasional doctors and nurses talking, the beeping, the sound of Eliza and Juliet breathing.

The back of my neck prickled as if a cool breeze had swept across it. Goosebumps formed in my arms.

I loom at the door and see Brandon leaning against the door frame.

"I see you're better." He says walking over to me.

"Just barely." I replied.

"I wanted to talk about something. About 'us'." He said.

My heart started to speed up and so did the heart monitor. He seemed to notice and took a deep breath.

"I don't think this is going to work out." He had said.

I saw it coming. Wow, two days. That's all it took.

"Okay, fine. Your decision." I said surprisingly calm.

He stared at me shocked. "That's all you have to say after ruining my friendship with everybody and Ginny. All you have to say after everything." He said anger in his voice.

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