I stood up from the wooden kitchen table, and I walked around the chairs to reach his side. I offered my hand to him, and I helped him stand up on his feet so we could move to the living room.He held his right side to protect his cracked rib, and we walked with slow steps across the small floor. We sat down on the soft fabric sofa together, and the heavy silence followed us to the new spot."We need to talk about this situation without getting angry, because we have a very big problem to solve," I told him. I turned my body to face him, and I pulled my legs up onto the sofa cushions.Michael looked at me with very sad eyes, and a single tear rolled down his bruised cheek. He did not wipe the water away from his face, and he reached his hands out to hold my fingers."I do not want to go to Seattle without you, and I refuse to leave you behind in this dorm room," Michael whispered. "We promised to stay together after graduation, and this professional hockey contract breaks all our plan
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