I composed myself and called my mom to come get me.
Zachary saw I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay with me, but I refused.
"Ella, what's wrong?"
He must have sensed something was off. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
I ignored him, hastily packed a few clothes, and left.
Only when I got back to my mom's place did I allow myself to break down completely.
"That jerk Zachary," my mom said in disbelief, fighting back tears while comforting me over and over.
When I woke up again, it was evening. Mom had made my favorite soup, which tasted amazing.
I checked my phone to find countless missed calls from Zachary.
"He's kneeling outside. Won't leave no matter how much I yell at him," my mom said casually. I knew she was furious, but she would respect whatever I decided.
I called Zachary back, but before I could tell him my decision, he burst out.
"Ella, I was wrong. Please, please open the door?
"Ella, just let me explain, please?
"Ella, give me one more chance, pleas
