I composed myself and called my mom to come get me.Zachary saw I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay with me, but I refused."Ella, what's wrong?"He must have sensed something was off. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.I ignored him, hastily packed a few clothes, and left.Only when I got back to my mom's place did I allow myself to break down completely."That jerk Zachary," my mom said in disbelief, fighting back tears while comforting me over and over.When I woke up again, it was evening. Mom had made my favorite soup, which tasted amazing.I checked my phone to find countless missed calls from Zachary."He's kneeling outside. Won't leave no matter how much I yell at him," my mom said casually. I knew she was furious, but she would respect whatever I decided.I called Zachary back, but before I could tell him my decision, he burst out."Ella, I was wrong. Please, please open the door?"Ella, just let me explain, please?"Ella, give me one more chance, pleas
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