As I laid curled up in a ball my phone rang- it was Q. I tried to sound as though I hadn’t been crying, but he knew anyways. He asked what was wrong and if I had been drinking. That made me mad for a second, but then I told him it’s just the same thing. He had left his bag here and needed to stop by before class. He said it would only be for a minute and I told him I understood. It was good to see him even if it was briefly. He hugged me and he told me everything is going to be okay. I wanted to tell him what I was crying about. How much I’ve missed hearing him snore or laugh. I just held him tight and tried to keep myself together. He got a phone call as he walked out the door. I started to close it behind him when he hung up and he turned around with open arms. I feel a lot better now. I hope I was just overreacting with what I read. There’s no way I can handle it if he truly feels that way, but he acts nice to my face. I wish I could go hold him again now.

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