A Tuesday marked the close of the term.
Eleven forty-seven lit up the screen when I hit send on that final assignment - Advanced Social Psychology, done. The click of submission echoed through the room. Laptop lid down, a breath taken. Just like that, his classroom released me. Not a student anymore.
Wrong choices stop here.
Farewell to taboos around who loves whom.
Nothing left stopping us from being together.
Just not the person I had picked instead.
Just like that?" Ella said. Inside the library, we sat surrounded by textbooks, last exams nearly done. She looked at me - no more classes under him, not even on paper
"Officially. As of - " I checked my phone. "Twelve minutes ago."
"How does it feel?"
"Weird. Anticlimactic. Like I spent a year fighting for something and now that all the obstacles are gone, I don't even want it anymore."
"Do you not want it? Or do you not want him?"
Just sat there, mind turning it over. Actually paused long enough to see it clear.
