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The next morning I got up early and went to campus to pick up my diploma.
On my way out, I found the two of them tangled together, naked.
I didn't disturb them. I just pulled the bedroom door shut for them.
The place I'd be studying was Southport, which happened to be where my aunt lived too.
When I gave her the good news, she was so happy she nearly jumped out of her chair.
She promised to handle everything for me there, housing and transportation and all of it, and then she told me a piece of good news of her own.
"That childhood sweetheart of yours, Corey Sanchez, the one who moved away and transferred schools back then? He's here too, and he's an executive now!"
I was stunned. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined he would be there too.
In my memory, he had a clean, handsome face and a presence that stood out.
Back when I was a teenager and my heart first stirred, I really did catch myself blushing when I looked at him.
Thinking about seeing him again, I felt my face go warm all over again.
Once my aunt finished chattering, she sent me his contact information.
After we added each other, Corey and I fell back into an easy familiarity.
"When you get to Southport, your aunt and I will come pick you up together. Don't worry about anything here, just leave it to me."
Reading his message, I felt something in my chest loosen.
After thanking him, I started looking forward to my brand-new life, only days away.
Everything there would be fresh, no people or problems to trouble me. I could start over there.
Buoyant, I spent the next few days packing at home.
Paul didn't notice a thing. As if to punish me for not knowing my place, he stopped coming home.
He thought that was a punishment for me. He had no idea how much I enjoyed the peace.
All those days, Janet's posts kept updating too, showing off how her genius upperclassman was taking her sightseeing everywhere.
Every time, I quietly hit the like button, then watched my things get carried out piece by piece, filled with the sweet relief of finally getting free.
Watching the mover handle my boxes roughly, knocking into my study-abroad documents by accident, I couldn't help scolding under my breath.
"Careful there, that one's important!"
The words were barely out when Paul suddenly walked in, arms full of bags, his face startled.
"What's important? What are you doing?"
Then he looked around the emptied-out living room, more shocked still.
Not letting anything show, I stepped in front of the packages and brushed it off. "It's nothing. My dad came in from back home to see a doctor, so I rented a place to stay with him. I'm moving my things over there first."
He looked at the luggage, a little puzzled, but nodded and didn't press.
I laughed at myself. It seemed he still hadn't taken a word I said to heart.
My father had died long ago. How could he possibly come looking for me?
But Paul didn't care about me, and he certainly wasn't going to care about the lie I told.
He opened his bag and set an unappetizing-looking bowl of shrimp porridge in front of me.
"You've been moving stuff all morning, you must be hungry. I brought this specially for you, hurry and eat it while it's hot."
But I didn't pick up the spoon. I only looked at him steadily. "Paul, I'm allergic to shrimp. You don't know that?"
Besides, one look at the bowl and you could tell it was someone else's leftovers.
Paul's hand paused over his own porridge. Forcing down the guilt in his eyes, he snapped at me, "An allergy won't kill you. Can you stop making such a fuss?"
I didn't argue. I just went to the kitchen and cooked myself a bowl of noodles.
Paul sat alone at the dining table, waiting for me to back down, the way he always did.
Every fight before this, he'd freeze me out until I was the one to apologize first and end it.
But this time I wasn't going to apologize, and I certainly wasn't going to turn back.
I'd made myself a bowl of birthday noodles, and it wasn't until I carried them out that Paul realized, belatedly, that today was my birthday.
He cracked a smile and rushed to take the bowl and set it on the table.
"It's your birthday today, I was so busy I almost forgot. Why didn't you say something sooner?"
I let out a cold little laugh. The huge calendar hanging in the living room still had it marked, in his own hand.
"Today is Lavinia's birthday. I'll spend it with her my whole life. We'll be happy forever!"
Back then he'd promised me so earnestly. "Lavinia, I'll never forget the promises I made you, not for the rest of my life. You're my one and only little princess."
But now he'd not only forgotten, he'd pinned all the blame on me.
Seeing my face stay so calm, he looked a little embarrassed and reached for my hand. "Lavinia, I really didn't mean to. I admit I've been ignoring how you feel lately. How do you want to make your birthday up? I'll do whatever you say."
The old me would have gladly forgiven every wrong he'd ever done. But now there wasn't a shred of expectation left in me.
I only counted down quietly in my heart. Three more days, and I could leave him for good.
Let that last make-up gift be the period at the end of our four tangled years.
I thought about it for a long moment, then said flatly, "Then let's ride the Ferris wheel once."
The Ferris wheel had been the site of every tender, heart-swelling date since we got together in college. It was the witness to our love.
Where it began was where it would end.
Paul agreed happily, hope glinting in his eyes. "Yes, of course, it really has been ages since we rode it. Don't worry, I'll give you a memory you'll never forget."
I only nodded and turned back to packing the last of my things.
He must have sensed something off in my mood and wanted to say more, but a ringtone cut him off.
The next second he hurried out, without so much as a goodbye.
I finished the bowl of birthday noodles in silence. My phone lit up with an eighty-thousand-dollar transfer from Corey.
"Happy birthday, my Princess Lavinia."
But I would never accept it again.
