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 ?
Options:
0. We broke up
1. I wanted to make clothes
2. None of the above choices .
3. We wanted to write a book
Answer: 0

Question: Why might I have left my room
Options:
0. I wanted to write
1. I wanted to find him
2. I did not want to be alone
3. None of the above choices .
Answer: 2