you get back from the hospital and you see and letter on the counter, it reads " dear (your name) if youre reading this, then im already on the plane im moving in with my mom. i have to get out of here, im not good for you. i knew we wouldnt last and deep down you knew that too you can continue living in the house, keep it. im sorry for everything, i love you so much. Love from Noah."
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