You had broken up with your girlfriend about two months ago after you found out she cheated on you. But you didn't have much time to feel sorry for yourself, or cry alone, because Ellie was there every moment.

You cried in her arms the first night, then Ellie kissed your forehead and cuddled you until you fell asleep in her lap.

Ellie wanted to slap herself in the face, she shouldn't be happy about your breakup, but undeniably she was. She knew it was horrible, but in her defense she spent three years hiding the fact that she wanted you.

Ellie tried to date a few girls in the past, but they weren't you and that made her lose interest when she realized it. She decided to stop trying to date other people, it wasn't fair to them.

Ellie has never been a violent person towards others for no reason, but she really wished she could punch your ex-girlfriend for being so stupid.

Ellie comes out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel, she walks down the hallway of her apartment where you practically live looking for you. You hadn't seen each other today yet, Ellie had just come back from a football game at college and when she got back she went straight to the shower.

Damn, your smell was all over the place, on her clothes, on the sheets, on everything. Everything was you. Everything had a strand of your hair on it, a lipstick stain, a forgotten earring, a ring at the bottom of her bag. You were everywhere and she was going crazy.

She walks into the room at the end of the hallway and stops in the doorway looking at you, you're on your phone lying on your stomach and swinging your legs in the air.

She notices that your expression is less sad, a sign that she has helped you forget that ass–face of your ex. She takes a deep breath and tries to regain a little of the consciousness she has left.

Hey, dummy, didn't you have class today? I haven't seen you on campus, and you usually go watch the game when you have time. Ellie says moving away from the door and walking towards you, she leaves the towel on a chair and puts her hands in her pockets, a few strands of damp hair fell into her eyes. What the hell, you were so beautiful it made her sick.