A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

certainty that we couldn’t keep going like this. The dancing around each other. The pretending it was temporary. Something had to change.

I found him in the kitchen already dressed, reading something on his tablet.

“Noah. We need to talk.”

He set the tablet aside immediately. “About?”

I took a breath. “About us. I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t.”

He started continue reading …