The living room is dark, not a single electric light is on. The windows are open, and the soft chill of the late Autumn night flew over, kissing goosebumps on the exposed arms of Ginny's. Her dress is ruined and her feet ached. The tears are welling up in her eyes.

Another message from Sam. Another date that he cancelled. Why? Because he would rather hang out with his frat house mates than go on a date with her.

This is not the first time either. Every week, it had been agreed that they would have at least one date night. College, basketball, music and the barista job kept the blond busy, and if they do not make a conscious effort to reserve each other some space in their routines, it is much too easy to lose themselves along the way.

For the last couple of weeks, however, he had cancelled every single one of them.

Ginny had been understanding for the first couple of times. There always seemed to be something of importance, and, well, she gets that the florist from the town might not always be welcome. After cancelling over and over again, though, she is just heartbroken.

It appears he would rather spend his free time with anyone else but her. It appears he is too ashamed of her to have her included in his wider social circles.

At that moment, all that she wanted to do was to get out of the house and spend the night far away from everything that could remind her of her stupid boyfriend, and that is exactly what she is going to do.

Ginny walked into their shared closet, getting a small suitcase so she could pack a few necessities for a couple of days away. As soon as she decided that there were enough clothes for her in there, she made her way to the bathroom, packing her skincare treatments, some toiletry, as well as her toothbrush and a fresh tube of toothpaste.

When everything was packed neatly and the bag rests quietly on the couch, she walked to the study desk that Sam keeps on the living room for his studies, getting a small piece of paper and a pen while she sat down on the chair.

The florist taps the tip of the pen against her chin, trying to articulate properly the words that she wanted to say to him. She is mad at him, and there is much in her heart to be aired, but at the same time, she felt that writing it all down is not nearly enough. Even if she is not ready to face him yet, and so has no other choice.

She just wanted to leave without seeing him ever again. She wanted him to suffer, she wanted to turn off her phone so he could not contact her anymore. She wanted him to feel the same way she felt whenever he left her alone.

Ginny does not know for how long she sat in the desk, trying to come up with the right words, but she suddenly heard a key rumbling and the front door open. Her eyes widen as she quickly rose to her feet and got all her stuff.

She waited for Sam to go into another room, hoping that he would be distracted and not see her, but, as soon as she turned around to hide behind the couch, her boyfriend spotted her from the doorstep. His bright eyes looked her up and down until they fell onto her suitcase.

"Where are you going with that?" The basketball player asked her, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked back into her eyes.

"Out. Away from here." The young woman responded him, her words stern.

Ginny turns her head away, making her way past him, the heels that she bought for their date tapping obnoxiously against the wooded floors of the apartment.

"Why? I just got home. Why are you taking a suitcase with you?" Sam asked her worriedly.

She could not help but scoff at the pathetic exhibition in front of her, this pretence of care and zeal that never goes further than words. She shakes her head, as she cannot stand to look at him, but she supposes that she would not have a choice, if she wants him to truly understand what she means.

Taking a deep breath, the florist calmy turned around and looked right into his eyes, the tears lightly blurring her vision.

"Do you even still love me?" She asked, never once breaking eye contact.

To say that Sam was shocked was an understatement. He looked at his girlfriend, confusion running through his mind. He takes a step towards her but, as soon as he saw that she immediately took a step back, he stopped in his tracks.

"Why are you asking me this question? Of course, I still love you. Please baby, let's talk about this." He pleaded, trying to get a hold of her hand but she quickly pulled away, shaking her head.

"Because every single date we've planned in the last month was cancelled by you, Sam. You aren't even at home anymore. You wake up, go to class, to training, come home if I'm lucky, quickly get ready and then you go out again, God knows where. This isn't the relationship I want. I knew that when I started dating you that we wouldn't have as much time as other normal couples. I understood that, but this isn't enough for me, Sam." Ginny explained, turning away from him as she took her coat and put it on.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry for being careless and I'm sorry for making you feel this way, but please don't leave me. We can talk about this. We can work this out, I swear." The blond tried once again, taking her hand forcibly in his as he held her back from leaving.

All the woman did was shake her head in a wordless denial, pulling her hand away as she took her purse and her suitcase.

"Even if we could work it out, I still need some time for myself." Ginny said from the doorstep. "I'll stay with my grandmother for a while. Please leave me alone for now. Don't try to contact me, don't drop by the flower shop. If I'm ready, I will come and talk to you first."

She looked at him one last time, sending him a sad smile before she turned around and walked out of the door and out of his life. At least for now.