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“What's with the bags, Noah?" Soraya inquired about entering the residence. He hadn't seen or heard from her in three days, and she was also ignoring his calls.

" I'm leaving, I feel I'm not needed here anymore. "I can't keep living in a home that isn't mine and feeling like I'm living off of you," he explained.

"And you didn't think to tell me ahead of time?" she scoffed.

“ "With due respect, Soraya." I've been trying to contact you. It's been three good days and you haven't returned my calls. I know you're no longer interested in what we had, but it's only fair to inform me." He responded as she stood staring at him without saying anything.

" It was great while it lasted. "Have fun with him," he said as he approached the door with his bags.

"And oh, show him some respect, he deserves it. "Enough of being impolite to people." He walked over to the door and opened it, heading out.

" I might be able—

"I could drop you off at home," she said as she caught up with him.

“No, thank you; I c