His roommate opened his door. “Hello?” He was lying face down on his bed. “Hey, I haven’t seen you in like 2 days. What happened?” He just groaned. “Oh wait…I’m guessing something happened between you and her.” He rolled over and looked up at the ceiling, “Yeah…”. “That sucks I guess. I brought you a poptart, I’m guessing you haven’t left your room since”. He threw the poptart at his head. It made a soft thud as it bounced off the bed and onto the floor. “Thanks…” he said. He hadn’t reacted at all to the throw. “Think of this as a good thing, I won’t constantly want to throw up because I won’t see you two together anymore” his roommate said with a chuckle. “I don’t really know what I feel right now” he said as he rolled back over. His roommate leaned against the door frame. “Don’t worry about it too much, I’m sure you’ll feel fine in like a week or two”. He turned his head towards his roommate. “Maybe. Maybe it will take longer…” he said as his voice trailed off. “OK, well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the poptart, it’s your favorite flavor. I’ve got stuff to do”. His roommate walked away. A few moments later he slowly got up, walked over to the door and closed it. He turned to his left and looked out the window. He watched the tree outside his window sway slightly in the wind. He listened to the bright orange yellow leaves rustle. He had no idea how long it would take for him to let go. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. He walked over to the edge of his bed, picked up the poptart wrapper, and opened it. It was brown sugar cinnamon. He hated brown sugar cinnamon.