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 ?
Answer: We broke upI wanted to make clothesNone of the above choices .We wanted to write a book