Lori snapped the clasp on her suitcase and scanned the room, carefully making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She knew this was for the best, but she couldn’t shake the sour feeling in her stomach. Trevor couldn’t know. He would do anything for Lori and she didn’t want him to give up everything he’d worked so hard for, just because of her. A single tear slid down her cheek as she took one final look around the small apartment they had called home for the past four months, she laid a white envelope on the couch and let the door close softly behind her.

Lori made her way to the bus stop just as the bus pulled up and stopped. The doors opened and she lugged her heavy suitcase up the steps and found a seat in the back. Taking a book out of her bag and making herself comfortable for the long ride ahead, she settled into her spot.

Trevor entered the apartment with a dozen red and yellow roses, he knew those were Lori’s favorites and she had seemed to be down in the dumps recently so he figured he would surprise her with flowers and dinner at her favorite restaurant. He was met with shock when he discovered the envelope on the couch with his name written on it. He opened it and read silently:

Trevor,

I know there’s nothing I can say to make this situation any better so I’ll spare trying. Just know that I am so sorry for leaving like this, but I didn’t have any other choice. Things are complicated now. I can’t really explain it at the moment, but I will in time. I promise. Please don’t be upset, I couldn’t take it if you were mad at me. I really do care about you and I don’t think that will ever change, but this is what is best for both of us right now.

Love,

Lori

Trevor dropped the roses and ran to the bedroom, throwing open the closet to reveal that all of Lori’s belongings were indeed gone. She left. She left and all she gave him was a letter. She didn’t even have the decency to tell him to his face. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail. He left a message and sank into the couch, mind racing a million miles a minute. How could she do this to him?

The sun beamed in through the window shining directly into Trevor’s face and waking him up. He had fallen asleep on the couch with Lori’s letter in one hand and his cell phone in the other waiting and hoping that she would call him, he must have left dozens of messages. Or that he would wake up and it would all be a horrible dream, but it wasn’t. She was really gone and he didn’t know why or where she was, or if he would even see her again. What could possibly be so bad that she would just up and leave like that? Trevor hoped he would find out soon.