I clenched my fists and shouted in frustration as I punched the brick in front of me and felt it give a little under my hand, my chest still heaving while I watched the superficial scrapes on my knuckles knit back together. I was just as mad at myself as I was at her for believing she actually cared about me. I studied my surroundings and realized for as many years as I had lived in Miami, I didn't recognize where I was. I decided to start walking and see if I came across anything familiar, and I passed by a bank sign that flashed 12:15 am.

                “I think I can help you,” a voice said to my left, and when I turned my head toward an apartment building, t...

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