Even though I had only been unconscious for a day, he seemed to have aged overnight.
I knew it was time to grow up.
After that day, I deleted all contact information for William and Felicity.
William got into MIT and Harvard University, and although Felicity’s grades weren’t as high as his, she also applied to a London university.
He did go where he wanted, but the person beside him wasn’t me.
And because of my mother’s expensive medical treatment, I didn’t want to burden my family further.
So I didn’t repeat a year of high school; instead, I picked up my paintbrush, which I excelled at.
Life was hard at first, but it slowly improved over the years.
While organizing my paintings, I realized five years had already passed.
Just then, I received a phone call.
It was the buyer who had purchased my painting last week. I answered, and a very familiar voice came from the other end.
On the line, William said, "Hello, I’m here to pick up the painting. I’m at the door now."
