Piper

After sobbing in my boyfriend’s, scratch that, my EX-boyfriend’s arms, I went back to my room so I could try to make myself look presentable for afternoon classes. I ran to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and then went back to the main area to meet up with my friends.

Cyra instantly pulls me into a hug.

“He’s gone,” she says softly.

“He better be,” I say, needing the hug more than I want to admit.

“He said to tell you he’ll be ...