Chapter 3Once i get home, i immediately go to my room. Itake my phone and start to look through all thepictures i took of me and him together. Sure he wasan idiot, but he was my idiot…I miss him already…Isigh and play the videos of us swimming just the daybefore. “Why would you do this, Bello…” The Italianendearment I once called him rolling off my tonguebefore I can catch it. I look at his hoodie that i havehung up, immediately standing up and taking it. Ilook at it for a moment before putting it on andcuddling into it on my bed, crying as i remember thenight i got it…END OF CHAPTER 3!