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Uma's P.O.V.

I can't believe it. He cheated on me. Mark cheated on me. I was walking to his house, and I knocked. He didn't answer, so I waited. And waited...and waited....Then, I realized I know where the key was, incase of emergencys. I get the key and open the door. And there He is. Kissing a girl, that isn't me. He sees me and doesn't care. I run out, already sobbing and coughing a storm. I get to the house I share with my friends, and swing the door open. I immediately run upstairs, slamming my door, flopping on my bed and sobbing into a pillow, while having a mental breakdown. He cheated. And it was all my fault. I slowly get up, going into my closet. I come out with a small book. My depression book. It had a bunch of reasons on why I was so useless to everyone, and why I'm not needed. I open the book, writing a reason. "My boyfriend cheated. That means I wasn't good enough, right? So, what's the point anymore..?" I close the book, starting to cry again. Then, I heard my door open slowly....

You can chose who was at the door!
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