"What's wrong with us?" He muttered, his head up against mine through the wooden door.
"We are the broken ones" I reply, my heart sinking just at the thought "And I never love in the first place".
I was right. Love was a stranger to me, that wore di...
I had finished setting up my new room. My bed was made and everything had come together nicely.
Josh had left some furniture over for me. He knew I was coming from a small dorm room, so he left me things like the bed frame and desk.
And after we dropped off my stuff at the apartment, Alex took me to get a mattress and bed sheets and some simple decorations to help me settle in better.
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I sat down on my new comfortable bed and opened up Instagram. Martha was already enjoying me not existing in her world.
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She had taken a simple picture of my side of the room, so she could justify not showing the mess on her side.
I smiled and liked the comment.
I felt like I had become the bigger person, and I was glad Martha and I finished on a better foot then a couple of days ago.
I continued scrolling through Instagram when I stumbled across a photo posted by Cleo.
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