Context: I could n't help but sigh as I stood from my tiny cramped desk , pushing my pencil and pad of paper aside . If he did move on without me , I wonder how long it would take me to move on without him . I made my way to the door on the other side of the room , exiting the tiny dark space and walking into the less dark but still not cheery living area , where my aunt was sewing a series of new garments . She glanced up and must have noticed some sort of distress on my face as she frowned , her hands still working the needle .
Question: What probably happened between me and him ?
Option 0: We broke up
Option 1: I wanted to make clothes
Option 2: None of the above choices .
Option 3: We wanted to write a book
Answer: 0