You sat in your bed, crying because the girl that you truly like just broke up with you as your roommate Reneé came in. “Why are you crying sweetheart?” She asked caring. “I screwed up my relationship.” You answered still crying. “Don’t cry over a boy. No boy is worth crying for.” Reneé sat down on the edge of your bed. “It’s not a boy. It’s an about a girl. Im gay.” You said that very fast and mumbled so you hoped she wouldn’t hear it.