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                  A minute later she composes herself and goes to stand next to the blonde girl.  "Krista Quinn, I believe you know who he is.” She points in my direction. "Liam Warren, this is my roommate and best friend, Krista Quinn."
                  I smile as I reach my hand out. "It’s very nice to meet you, Krista Quinn."
                  She squeals as she returns the shake and I have to resist covering my ears. "N-nice to meet you L-Liam,” she stutters out, and starts messing with her hair.
                  I give her a nod and look back over at Katy. "We really need to talk about this, Katy.”
                  Krista must take the hint because she says something about getting her hair stuff and quickly leaves the room, and then Katy and I are finally alone.
                  She sits on her bed and says, "Alright. Start talking."
                  I walk over and sit down next to her and take her hand in mine, shaking my head of the million thoughts running through my mind right now. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about this moment. Seeing you again, and being able to confront you about everything that happened...”
                  "Liam..." she tries to interrupt, but I hold my hand up. I need to get this out. 
                  "No, hear me out, ok? I thought when I saw you again I would be pissed and take it out on you. But I think that over the last four years I've kicked, punched, drunk and destroyed that anger. So I'm at a place now that I can just sit here, hold your hand, and ask you--Why? Why did you leave the way you did, Katy?” I turn to look her directly in the eye.
                  She bites her lip and I see tears building in her eyes. "I couldn't handle it. All those women flaunting their bodies and throwing themselves on you...barely dressed, I might add. And that night, at the party, you didn't seem to care where I was involved.  It was like I became invisible, and when I talked to you, you blew me off because it was business. It was then that I felt like I lost you.” She whispers the last part of the sentence and I squeeze the hand I'm holding. “That night, when I threatened to leave, I thought you would go out of your way to come talk to me, let me know we were ok and that Hollywood wasn’t getting the best of you.” She takes a deep breath and I hold mine. “But you didn’t.” She looks over at me. “And I didn’t want to wait around until you woke up and realized how far you pushed me away.”
                   I have so many thoughts running through my head and I let my breath out as I try to clear them. "It nearly destroyed me when I found that note. I tried your cell, your mom's phone, and even your brother's. No one would tell me a word about where you went. I went home myself after a few weeks to beg for answers from your parents, had my mom peppering your mom with questions about you. You know she can't ever stop going on and on where you and Derek are concerned.” I smile and bump her shoulder. "Over the years, I've found out small details about your life, all but where the heck you wound up. So tell me, how did you end up in Georgia of all places?” I lean back on my arms and watch as she gets herself comfortable.
                  "Well, I knew you would be in L.A. So I wanted to be far away from that madness. I did go home for a little bit, but made everyone swear to not let anyone connected to you know I was there. I think I cried for a week straight....” She bites her lip again and I continue watching her. "After I kind of mourned the end of everything as I knew it, I decided I needed to figure out who I was again. I decided to go back to school. Looked around online, found a reputable school in a small town, and so...here I am.” She looks around the room and I follow her gaze until she speaks