That day I headed back to my old apartment. I had left a few things in there and the landlord had said that I could leave them in there for a while, till I got settled somewhere. It was hard to be back in that apartment. Everything remained untouched, and exactly the way I had left it. I decided to find one of my old dresses, and change. I went into my room, and saw a figure sitting on my bed. I immediately jumped back, unable to speak. I finally realized it was Dean.
"Dean! What are you doing here?" I asked trying to see if my heart was still beating.
"So you left me for that Spot, didn't you?" He replied bitterly. I felt horrible, but I had to follow my heart this time.
"Dean...I'm sorry..." I knew all the apologizing in the world wouldn't help, but I didn't know what else to say.
"You don't love him, you know that, right?" He blurted out with a fiery glare.
"What?" I asked offended and confused.
"He could never give you all things I can. Besides his type are all alike, and he'll break your heart, Candice, I promise you that." He then stormed out the apartment. I knew he was just upset, and I truly believed Spot wouldn't break my heart. I soon dismissed Dean's visit, and got dressed.