Genevieve poured us some champagne while I toured around her impressively huge living room area. My whole apartment could fit into this space. It was no wonder that she felt claustrophobic in there. I must admit I felt a little claustrophobic myself when I was packing. For some reason, many memories of Claire and I decided to torture me one last time while I was back in the apartment. Despite what I've witnessed this afternoon, I was finding it a bit hard to forget about her. I guess six years is a long time for someone to leave quite an impression on you. Was it weird that I was feeling a bit guilty about the way I left things with Claire?