I remember when I first entered high school, I told William I wanted to go to the same university as him, but now I just wanted to be as far from him as possible.
Throughout the second semester of senior year, I didn’t say a single word to William.
After the college entrance exam, William came to find me.
He came to my house holding a bouquet of jasmine.
"Emily, I went too far before. Can you forgive me?"
"I still don’t want to be separated from you. I’m giving you jasmine, hoping you won’t leave."
He promised he would never let others hurt me again, and that he would always put me first.
In the end, I softened, and we agreed to choose the same place.
When filling out applications, William and I were together.
We picked the most likely schools in London; he applied to MIT and Harvard University, while I chose an art academy.
At the time, I was grateful, thinking I might stay happy with William forever.
But I was wrong. I forgot to log out of William’s computer.
It wasn’t until I wasn’t admitted anywhere that I found out my applications had been changed.
All my safety schools were replaced with ones far beyond my score. I failed to get into any of my choices.