didn’t pack her things in order to be nice, for some
reason he just wants to humiliate her. I’d really
like to know what Erin could have done to deserve
such behavior.
I shake my head and pass him, not bothering to
avoid brushing against him. He doesn’t move, just
adjusts his jacket and faces her again, this time
seeming a bit calmer and softer in his approach.
“Where will you go?”
I hear Erin reply in a whisper as I lift up two
boxes:
“You know full well that I have no place to go.”
She leaves the phrase dangling.
Erin comes closer to me and takes one of the
boxes.
“What are you going to do now?” the asshole
asks her. What a gentleman!
“That’s none of your business,” Erin answers,
going toward the door.
“I’d like to help. Maybe I could ask around if
they’ve got a room on campus.”
“I don’t need your help, you’ve already done
enough. You left me in the middle of the street,
Nate!”
I’m waiting there, laden with boxes and I can
feel the anger spreading from my toes to my head.
“I didn’t want it to end like this,” Nate carries
on. “I love you, Erin, and I did love you very
much, it’s just that with her…” the asshole
concludes, trying to be nice. “Let me help you. It’s
