This all

all started about four months ago.

We were looking at apartments together.

Amy was so excited.

This would be our first apartment together.

I can still recall the happiness in a voice when This would be our first apartment together.

I can still recall the happiness in a voice when she talked about organizing our bedroom.

We finally settled on a newly built apartment building in a new development. The apartment was beautiful, but there was a much nearby, just

a grocery store, railroad tracks and a pond. Amy expressed the joy of walking down to the pond and feeding the ducks.

We signed our lease and began moving in.

We spent the first few nights at our old apartment.

My parents were bringing up their truck to move my bed in,

but they were out of town for a few days.

We finally were able to bring my bed over,

and Amy and I were officially moved in. I bought a bottle of

champagne to celebrate. It was one of the happiest days of my life. All of that came to a crashing halt when I woke up the next day.

I was a little bleary-eyed and hung over, but I noticed Amy wasn't in the bed with me.

I looked up to see she was standing in the corner of our room.

Phase turned away from the wall.

Amy, what are you doing? I asked. No response. She didn't move. She didn't turn around.

Nothing. Amy, what's wrong?

I got up and put my hand on her.

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