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Chapter 2

Author: WeeWoo
I nodded, then finally looked at Claude.

"What about when you gave me the ring?"

He instinctively looked at my hand.

It was a very thin silver band. After the graduation dance, he'd put it on me in the parking lot and said when college ended, he'd replace it with a real engagement ring.

I'd cried so hard I couldn't even take a decent photo.

Claude reached up and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I know you're afraid of long-distance."

"So you told me we wouldn't be long-distance?"

"I said I'd marry you someday. That hasn't changed."

He actually thought that sentence was enough to solve everything.

Chloe suddenly pulled out her phone.

"Forget it. I'll email the admissions office right now."

Ethan reached over and pressed her screen down.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving up my spot." Her voice trembled. "I'll go somewhere alone. You guys go with Vivian."

"Don't be ridiculous," Jack said.

Hunter took the phone and put it on the cabinet behind him.

"How long did you prepare for that scholarship? Did you forget?"

The four of them surrounded her quickly.

Claude pulled out a tissue and dabbed at her tears.

"No one's asking you to leave. We already decided."

I stood by the projector screen and suddenly remembered.

Before competitions, when I was nervous, they'd surround me like this. Someone adjusted my gear, someone handed me water, someone said it didn't matter if we lost, we'd get burgers after.

Now, Claude looked at me over Chloe's shoulder.

"Vivian, can you not make this worse?"

I barely heard him.

Ethan pushed up his glasses and took over.

"The method wasn't great, but the result isn't as bad as you think. Stanford was the school you wanted anyway."

"Then why didn't you just tell me?"

He paused.

"Because you wouldn't be happy."

"So lying to me is fine?"

Jack frowned.

"You were the one who pressed confirm in the end. We didn't force you."

I looked at the coffee table.

On my freshman welcome box was a sticky note in my handwriting:

—Remind them to fill out the housing questionnaire.

I peeled it off and crumpled it.

Stanford really was my dream. I wanted to study there, join research, find out how far I could go once I left everything familiar behind.

But I had also really believed we would grow up together.

For that five-person road trip, I'd put off a Swiss summer research program I'd already been invited to. It wasn't until a few days ago, when they pushed me to confirm, that I finally saved a place for my own dream.

At the time, I was still thinking that after it ended, I'd rush to California. Would they be annoyed that I'd missed the first half of summer?

"I'm leaving."

I picked up my freshman welcome box.

Claude blocked the door.

"We're not done talking."

"I've heard enough."

"I'll drive you home."

"No. Stay with Chloe."

His face darkened.

"Don't talk like that. You know what you mean to me."

I glanced at the girl behind him.

She was wearing his varsity jacket, the sleeve covering half her hand.

"I don't know anymore."

Chloe spoke quietly. "Vivian, he really cares about you. Last night you fell asleep on the sofa, and he was the one who put a blanket on you."

I looked at her for a few seconds.

"Should I say thank you too?"

Her face went pale.

No one answered.

I took the silver bracelet off my wrist and set it on the coffee table.

Five little letter charms clinked together.

When we were twelve, we'd picked it out together at a little shop by the beach. My wrist was too thin back then, the chain kept sliding down, and Claude had clasped it on the tightest link for me.

Chloe looked at it but didn't reach for it.

"Didn't you always want one?" I said. "Now it's yours."

Claude frowned.

"Vivian, there's no need to be petty about this."

"Then don't treat it like I'm being petty."

This time, I walked around him and out the door.

In the car, I opened my email.

The Swiss program's pre-departure reminder was already there: flight in three days, pickup information after arrival, and the first week's schedule.

I reconfirmed the ticket.

Then I set "Five on the West Coast" to Do Not Disturb.
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