A month or two

　　Mum is calling again. I ignore her call and the new text that pops in and redial Ben’s number for the umpteenth time. Only now, it doesn’t go to voicemail, instead, it’s switched off.

　　My heart is heavy as I pull out of his street. His bike is out front so I know he’s at home. I was hoping we could talk. Are we breaking up?

　　If he’s mad at me for this, he will hate me when he finds out I picked NYU and other schools outside San Francisco. In a few months, I will know my fate and I didn’t tell him to avoid hurting his feelings.

　　But it doesn’t matter now.

　　Tears trail down my cheeks as I resume the drive home. He’s not a good boyfriend. A good boyfriend would have tried to hear me out. Does he think I want to move away? He just left me. He won’t pick my calls. He won’t even let me see him. It’s unfair. I want to be with him too and he is acting like this.