Everything Kyla was saying was taking me back.

Back to when we broke up. Or were getting there.

I’m sitting in my dorm room, trying to drown out the sound of her banging on the door. "Spencer!! Let me explain!!" That’s what I’ve been hearing on and off for hours. Sick of it, I get up, flinging open the door.

"I only have one question." She nods, and I take in her appearance. She looks awful. Broken. She still has tears in her eyes. "Did you sleep with her?"

She looks down, and the tears are now flowing down her cheeks. "Yes, but-"

I raise my hand, stopping her. "I don’t want to hear it. I’ve only been gone three months. Three months Ashley. That’s how long it took you to break every promise you ever made me." I shake my head, wiping away some of my own tears. "I trusted you. I knew it was going to be hard, but I thought maybe, just maybe, you really loved me." I sniff a little, backing into the dorm and partially closing the door.

She starts towards me, putting a hand on the door and reaching.

I back away a little more. "Don’t." I sigh a little. "I think you should go."

She shakes her head, pushing on the door. "No. Not until you let me explain. You know I love you. You know that." I try to close the door completely, but she won’t allow it. "I was upset. And I went to a bar with some friends. I started thinking about how hard everything has been for us. I was thinking about how much I missed you. The more I thought, the more I drank." She frowns a little, like the memory hurts her. "The next thing I know, I wake up next to some stranger." She looks up at me, begging. "I would never intentionally hurt you. It’s not like I meant for that night to happen."

I scowl at her. "Maybe you didn’t mean for it to happen, but you sure didn’t mind. You stuck around long enough for her to answer the phone." I scoffed a little. "Then she had the nerve to ask if I was the ‘soon to be ex-girlfriend’. Apparently your own words."