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Laura wiped her eyes and closed the diary. Outside the living room window, the gray clouds of day had turned to a black moonless night. Laura hadn’t even noticed the rain begin again, the gentle monotonous tone on the roof. She looked at her watch. It was almost nine, and she hadn’t eaten, but she wasn’t hungry. She couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan. It began to make sense now. His mood swings, his pushing her away. Why couldn’t she have seen it more clearly then and tried to help him?
Acid had crawled through her skin when she read about Ryan kissing Rachel. It hurt all over again. Anger built as she thought of Rachel. How could she? There was more to their relationship than a kiss. They had deep conversations, something Laura never had with Ryan. The betrayal cut deeper now than it
