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"Home"

    "Thanks for helping out, Louis." Florence says, softly. Her ex-boyfriend puts the last of her boxes into her car.

    "No problem."He answers, avoiding eye contact with her. Florence notices but doesn't say anything about it, there was nothing to say without making things more awkward between them.

    Louis trailed behind Florence into the house. She picked up her phone and car keys from the counter before stopping at the door. Louis and Florence stared at each other for a minute before pulling in for a hug.

    "Take care, Lou." Florence smiles. Her heart breaks a little when she sees Louis give her a sad grin.

    "You too, Florence."

    Florence waved at Louis before going into her car. Louis had the same facial expression as five minutes ago. She pulled out of the driveway and looked in her rear view mirror to see that he was no longer standing at the door way.  Florence sighed and continued to drive to her friends house.

    She started to wonder where she would be if they didn't break up after three years and a half. Probably still laying in bed, not waking up at seven to pack Florence's things into her BMW. It wasn't much to pack but it took one hour, both secretly trying to make their time together last longer even though it didn't feel right.

    Florence stopped at the red light and tried to remember how she and Louis first met.

   

    Florence grabbed another cup from the bartender and drank all of it in only a few gulps. She told the bartender to get one more drink, even though she said that four drinks ago. Just then, a boy with sky blue eyes slides into the seat next to her.

    "Haven't you had enough drinks?" He asks. Florence shook her head.

    "There is no such things as too many drinks." She slurred. The boy laughed and took a swig of his own drink.

    "True," he agreed.

    The whole night Florence stayed next to Louis and getting a ride from him the next day.

    Florence smiled at the memory as she pressed on the gas pedal lightly. She was swaying in the happy thought. Their relationship was healthy, what has gone wrong?

    The same question ran through her head over and over again. Then she remembered their first fight.

   "Lou, where are you?"  Florence yelled over the music.

    She was lost in a club, a little drunk but she was sober enough to know what she's doing. She finally spotted Louis next to the restrooms, drinking beer.

"Louis," Florence scolded, "you told me that it's my night and get as drunk as I want. You also told me you wouldn't drink anything so you could drive us home."

Louis put his drink up to Florence's mouth. "Then why are you sober? Get a drink, love." He offered.

Florence was furious. "No! I knew you wouldn't keep your promise."