#Chapter14 Cleaning House

Nate had let me know when he had class so I could help myself into his dorm and collect my things that were left there. We both knew it was best if I gathered my things while he was out because we didn't need the unnecessary awkwardness of having to be stuck with each other for no important reason.

It had been a few days since the breakup and I was starting to feel a little better, keeping myself busy with assignments and studying for exams. The last thing I needed was to dwell on all the memories and moments we shared.

It may have gone downhill...