Romilda wanted to stay. She wanted to hold Dennis and remind him that she loved him and she was there for him. She reached up and rubbed her neck where he had grabbed it. It hurt. Dennis had hurt her and Romilda didn't think that was possible.
"I.. I'm sorry," she said again. "I don't know why you think I'm making this up." Romilda walked backwards out of his room and hurried to hers. Dennis had broken up with her and hurt her and no matter how many ways she looked at it, it didn't make any sense to her at all.