The Name That Lit Her Screen
On the day we reported for the new semester, my girlfriend had just been admitted to one of the country's top universities. That morning, she suddenly told me she had chosen the wrong major and wanted to take a year off to retake the entrance exam.
I knew exactly why.
It was for her childhood friend, the one who had not made it.
Her parents begged me to talk her out of it.
After a night of painful deliberation, she appeared downstairs at my dorm and said,
"I've made up my mind. I won't retake the exam. Let's stay together and make this work."
However, during the freshman welcome event, just as her name was being called, her phone lit up.
A message from him.
[My prep class started today. My deskmate isn't you anymore. It feels so strange.]
She went completely still.
I tightened my grip on her hand and warned her quietly, "If you leave now, we're finished. Forever."
She whispered an apology, dragged her suitcase behind her, and walked out of the campus.