Prologue

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Fall, September 2015

It was a warm Fall day in Los Angeles, California. The birds were chirping the sun was high in the sky and I was having a good day. I was on my way home from working at the local coffee shop, which wasn't far from where I lived.

When I did reach home I was greeted by my dog Max, who was always excited to see me. After giving Max some attention I noticed that my boyfriend Nick' keys on the kitchen table.

I sat my purse down on the table and called out to him.

"Nick, you home?" I called out.

I got no answer. Instead, I heard a noise coming from upstairs so I went upstairs to investigate. Once I reached the top of the stairs I noticed there were pants skewed all over the floor that led to my room.

The door had been cracked open, but from inside I saw the most disturbing picture. Through the crack was Nick on top of my so called best friend Ava.

"Nick, what the hell is this?" I screamed out loudly as I pushed the door open in shock.

"Nina it doesn't mean anything." He tells me, removing himself off Ava, who Ava scoffs at him.

"That's not what you said earlier." She says, slipping her dress back over her waist.

"I don't even want to hear you right now," I snap at her, "You're supposed to be my best friend." I scream at her. Ava doesn't make a comment as she gets off from the bed and walks out the room.

From downstairs, I hear the door close as Nick continues sitting on the bed in silence, which was aggravating me.

Tears were streaming down my face as I quickly move around the room grabbing my suitcase and began packing my bags.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"I'm done with this relationship, obviously you don't love me and the past three years together didn't mean anything so I'm packing my things and leaving," I spill angrily at him, but kept moving nonetheless, "I hope you and Ava are very miserable together." I spat finally finished packing what I needed and walked out angrily.

Moving was going to be a start of a new chapter in my life.Even though it means doing it in a new city.

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