"Amy, I'm sorry", He said, looking distraught, when he turned on the light and saw me with my bag.
"Please, can I have my phone back?" , I strected my hands open in his front, I had searched around and it was no where to be found, it had no idea whatsoever, when he took the phone from where I kept it.
"Amy, why do you keep trying to pick a fight with me" he asked, sadness taking over his features.
" Ethan, I'm not a crazy person, why will I just wanna pick up a fight with you", I asked, surprised by his allegation.
"You have tried leaving twice since you came here, I can't help but think you don't wanna be here", he said, his shoulders dropping.
" Ethan, you knew me way too well, if I don't wanna be here, I wouldn't have come" I said, moving closer to him.
"I don't know what to think
