When I returned home to my apartment this evening, I was shocked once I opened the door. All of Hale’s stuff was gone. He came by and moved everything out. This included his TV, PlayStation, pillow, and all of his clothes. I was taken a bit aback when I first saw it. The room instantly felt empty and alone. I didn’t have him as a crutch to lean on. But, amongst all of this hollowness, I also felt a huge weight off of my shoulders. I felt freer. Like the place was finally “mine”, not “ours.” This really is the end, and I am content with it. It’s been a wild ride.