BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18: Beyond wishes, True love exist
He walked away, his shoes quiet on the carpet, and I sat there with his latte getting cold.
“Friday,” I whispered, to no one.
“At six,” his voice echoed in my head.
“I did not say yes,” I said out loud.
“He did not ask,” I said, quieter.
I packed up my things, my hands slow and my head full. The library felt too quiet now, too empty, and I wanted to be home. I wanted to see the whiteboard, I wanted to cross something off, and I wanted to feel like I was in control. Daniel was tall, he was polite, and he helped with homework. He checked the boxes, and that was supposed to be good. That was supposed to be enough.