"Mason, I know I should've told you sooner, but there is no need to be so angry." I choke out, becoming more flustered by the second.
"Are you hearing yourself right now?" He furrows his eyebrows, lowering his voice.
As hard as he tries to be intimidating, he is too kind to ever raise his voice at anyone, let alone his girlfriend.
"That is a total hypocritical statement. You should be excited that I got accepted! Getting into Rutherford has always been a dream of mine."
Mason's gaze meets mine as a sad smile plays on his lips.
"Maybe spending the rest of my life with you was always a dream of mine."
I roll my eyes playfully before adding, "You're acting like I am leaving forever. It's only for a couple of years, give or take. I'm aiming for my Master's Degree."
He no longer seems to be listening, and instead seems to find his shoes more interesting.
"Desiree," Mason clears his throat before barely managing a whisper, "visits on holidays will not suffice. I want to spend every second with you. You not being by my side is like being deprived of-"
"Do you think this will be easy on my part? Leaving you is an unbearable thought, but what keeps me going is this small chance of finally achieving my lifetime goal. I was hoping you'd be supportive, but clearly my boyfriend doesn't even want me to be successful!" I shout, tears threatening to spill.
He says nothing for a moment, and simply blinks as he processes my sudden outburst.
"Of course I want you to be successful-"
"Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it." I fire back.
Snatching my purse from the table, I look back up at him, treasuring the last few moments I have with him until I leave for college.
"Goodbye, Mason."
He merely stands there, looking empty. Usually I would run into his arms and comfort him until he felt better, but now was certainly not one of those times.
"I love you, Desiree." Mason's shaky voice fills the silent room, as I am halfway out the door.
"I love you, too." I think to myself, but the heart-wrenching thought doesn't seem to come out.
In that moment, as I quietly walked out of his apartment, all I had left of him were those three words.
They better last me in Brooklyn.
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His Golden Ticket
Ficção AdolescenteShe was inferior; contrary to the women he had played around with before. She would be exactly what he needed to ultimately finish his assigned task. She was his Golden Ticket.
