He followed me. Wonderful. It would have been easier if he waited in the car. But here he is. "He's not worth your time." I said as I pick up suitcase. The broken wheel flops around like a fish. I can hear Thomas mumbling something, but I can't make it out.

Thomas continues to mutter something about lawyers. I leave. I take the stairs down, my suitcase clunking with each step. Why Am I agreeing to this? It seems like I am getting out of one hole just go in another. Should really go ask one of my neighbors. Maybe to let me stay over. I stand out of breath from lugging the not so heavy suitcase down three flights of stairs. It's much more tiring than you think.

I lug my suitcase over to the side of the apartment lobby. I glare around me, spotting him. Of course he'd be here. "I thought you were torturing my ex." I grumble.

"Oh, leave hi. Alone. You saw them. He was going to break up with me weather you existed or not." I grumble. I glare at the dress I am still wearing. I glare at the suitcase for falling apart. I glare at Lucifer, for interving where he had not right.