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Leah stayed at the door that had been slammed shot in front of her. The very door that she had stood in front of minutes ago, contemplating whether or not to go inside. 

He had practically thrown her out of his apartment. Over something that could have been solved by an argument. 

"Wow," she whispered. 

What just happened?! 

Within seconds, she was out of his house and he did not even think twice before doing that. 

Leah huffed before she took half a step forward to knock on the door again, but stopped herself before she could. 

He threw her out, and unless he invited her back in, she was not going in. 

That much was decided for sure.

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His house was only 15 minutes away from her, and as much as she wanted to call the driver or take a cab, Leah decided on doing neither. 

Why, because she wanted to clear her mind and the only way to do that was by walking.