I went up to her door and knocked, I bit scared to see what was behind that door. We haven't seen each other in a year..

She opened the door, just a mess. Her hair was in messy pigtails, she was wearing a hoodie with a few rips at the bottom, and she had bags under her eyes. It was just a breakup, right?

She let me and closed the door behind her. Her house was still clean. But what about her? What happened?

She pulled me to her couch and sat me down. She sat next to me and sniffed.

"What's wrong?" I ask softly.

"Th-there's an-another reason sh-she broke up with me.." she sniffs.

"Why?" I ask nervously. She knows I know sign language. So she does it.

'I like you. Not like, love. More than I did with her.'

I freeze. I jump up and run to her bathroom. I slam and lock the door, sitting on the floor. I can hear outside.

"I.... I'm sorry..." she whispers. She sounds so.. broken..

"I..." I start. I mutter quietly, "I like you too.. a lot.."

not sorry.