I felt my voice catch in my throat when he approached the window. I swallowed the tears and waited for him to get inside. As I slowly drove he asked me how I’ve been, I said good, mhm. The silence was so loud and he tried to cover it up by telling me about how he’s been busy fixing up his apartment. He directed me to the storage unit which wasn’t far. I watched him sift through a few boxes to find the pans and utensils, carrying anything to the car that’s mine. When that was it he walked up to me and we just looked at each other. I reached out first and he hugged me close, wrapping his coat around me. That’s when I felt the tears coming back I tried to stop them but ever since we split all I have wanted is his arms around me. He said, you know I love you right. I nodded. On the drive back he made small talk and tried to make me smile, and then we were back. He told me he’s sorry again and that it isn’t me. He said to be good and try to have fun. I hugged him again and then he was gone. It’s the last day of the year and it’s the last day I’ll see him. Our story is over.