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and feelings she desperately wanted back but had convinced herself could no longer exist in her life. When Adam walked away that day, she knew he had some painful secrets of his own he was holding in. Denise held a high hope, given enough time; they would be able to help one another through those pains.
    Denise clicked on Adam’s name and was about to type a message when she heard her phone on top of the dresser buzz loudly. She slid the small computer off of her lap and onto the bed as she reached over to grab the phone, all the while watching the green dot on the screen as though her life depended on it. Without checking the phone first, she flipped it open and chimed a greeting.
    “Well,” her Mother began, “look who is home on a Friday night. Not surprising at all.”
    While rolling her eyes, Denise sat back against the wall that the bed was adjacent to and placed the computer back on her folded legs.
    “Mom, I don’t have time for this. Is there a reason you called? Surely, you must have some social function to attend to?”
    “Actually, I thought your Father and I would be dining out, but he had….other plans, so,” she stopped as though thinking what her next words should be then continued, “Are you coming home tomorrow?”
    “Mom, you know that I am not scheduled to come back to Pennsylvania until Spring Break in two weeks.”
    Suddenly overwhelmed with the guilt of not having been home to see her parents in no less than two months, she reconsidered her last statement.
    “Maybe I can schedule some time next weekend.”
    “Okay, it’s a definite that you will be here right?”
    “Yes, I will.”
    “Good, good. I will see you then. Goodbye, dear.”
    With that said, the woman ended the call with no further argument and it was all too strange for Denise but her mind could only process one event at a time. The pressing issue at the moment was that Adam’s name no longer had a green orb next to it, and was not highlighted, usually indicative that he had signed out of his account.
    Not knowing what else to do, Denise opened up her email account, started typing, and hoped for a miracle.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 7
     
     
    Adam knew the minute all four of his roommates had returned to the dorm room in the early evening smelling of alcohol there was no way he was going to be able to get any reading done. Though he had attempted to do just that, after thirty minutes of furniture movement and loud yelps from the common living area of the suite, he gave up the cause as hopeless and wandered outside to find another place to work.
    He had tried to understand the material but was still having a tough time getting through. The midterms were only two weeks away and he needed to pass that exam with no less than a B+ to keep up his average. Lifting the canvas bag higher on his broad shoulder, he glanced at his wristwatch and concluded the library was either closed or in the process of escorting the last remaining visitors toward the doors. As he crossed the quad, he remembered there was a café around the corner from the west entrance of the campus. Adam was almost positive there was free Wi-Fi there. He would need to look up certain topics online as he read them in the law textbook so as to keep a concrete understanding of the material.
    For the last week, other than trying to get ready for exams, he was completely consumed with thoughts of Denise. After the fool he had made of himself, he could not bring himself to face her again. He made sure to avoid her as much as possible, which did not seem difficult since he was sure she was not looking for him. He had been rude to leave her at the table but could think of no other way of talking his way out of an embarrassing admission. He was ashamed for not having access to the privileges he was sure were available to Denise. The thought of how she would never want a relationship with someone like him, who had