“Thanks,” said Nick in a low tone. I nodded and started to walk away. That was one of the most painful things I had done in a while. I heard the door shut behind me and that was the signal that it was okay to cry. My heart had an empty feeling and my stomach was knotted up. I never thought a broken heart would hurt this much. I opened my front door and ran upstairs. I didn’t care if I was dripping wet. I laid on my bed, my face stuffed under my pillows. I just stayed there for who-knows-how-long until I heard nosies coming from my computer. That was unusual. Someone had sent me an IM. It was