As I say, not sure where this is headed, and the beginning may be screwed to all hell. Only thing I know for sure is that all this sounds different happening to someone else.

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Funny how life works out.

Two months past, I was curled up in his arms, trying everything I could to not think, 'There will not be too many more nights like this.' He was going into the Army within weeks, and within days I had to leave to start college. Because of his grades and my heart, neither of us could follow the other. Every hour we could steal, we spent together. He was the only person I'd ever loved. He was worth the nights without sleep.

I meant it when I said I stole hours. He had a girlfriend too; he'd never lied to me about her, but I don't think she was quite aware of me. I pretended to be visiting his little brother, those times we happened to be there at the same time. I think it was her who spread the talk around that I was actually sleeping with the boy three years younger than us all. It was ridiculous, not least because the younger brother was damn near an exact copy of the older, and why settle for the cheap knock-off when I could go after the real thing? But even my friends weren't sure. The brother's friends believed, and were caught between disgusted and impressed. His parent's believed, and were suddenly as hostile as allowed by their good manners and the relative positions my parents and they occupied in the community.

He believed. That night was the last night. I did not say goodbye or sorry. And two months later, now, I was in a midterm study session with his now ex-girlfriend.

I prayed for her every night. Just don't ask who I prayed to. And now I had to make like I didn't want to choke the bitch with her class notes. "Jeremy!" she exclaimed when she opened the door, "Where have you been all this time?"

"Oh, here and there. Getting to know my roommates." 'Avoiding you like the plague carrier I know you are, and had the infection to prove it.'

Mina smiled. "Well, you shouldn