“Greg,”she said as she leaned over the table towards me, “It’s over…I—-I’m sorry.” She picked up her red leather coat and left. I never saw her again. I sat there and thought. I had never felt this way after another girl had broken up with me.Crack. I picked up my trench coat quietly and stepped outside into the frigid winter air. I shuffled down sidewalk staring at my feet. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I remembered when we had become lab partners in college.Crack. I remembered her expression when I had thrown her that surprise 22nd birthday.Crack I remembered the sweet-smelling homemade dinners.Crack. All these memories were worthless and evil now. I entered the key into the locked door. It reminded me about the time she had “accidently” locked me in the bathroom closet. As I entered the small apartment I noticed she had left some of her things out. A warm tear trickled down my cold cheek. I had loved her but she hadn’t loved me. Snap