That morning, Andre Deveraux moved out of his place to get the mail. He noticed the moving trucks and quirked a brow in curriosity. He was just out to get the mail, so he moved to his box and pulled out a few letters. He glanced over them quickly and sighed, bills. That was all he recieved these days. No cute little notes from Sarah. He would never see those again.<br/><br/>He nodded to a girl as he passed her, making his way back to his place. He raked a hand through his brown hair and then reached in his pocket for his keys to unlock his door.