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_KIMBERLY_

I was seated on one of the benches in my class as I thought of a song that I could dance to. Most of the classes were empty, including mine, and it was peacefully quiet.

I scrolled down the playlist in my phone as I skipped all music that made me think of Oliver. My anger wasn't as much as it was yesterday but I didn't want to speak to him yet.

I had spent the night at a hotel nearby and as much as I did not enjoy being alone, it gave me time to think about everything. I felt overwhelmed by the entire situation. I didn't want him to think that I hated him but that's how I somewhat felt.

My entire life and the past that I tried to hide so desperately was all in a folder that was in the hands of the man that I love. How could I properly wrap my head around that?

I finally settled on Fréderic Chopin's Spring Waltz and as the music began to fill the room, my thoughts began to wander onto great pianists such as Beethoven,