The Sixth Day of Orientation Chapter 2

My mood hit rock bottom. Just then, my DoorDash arrived—a small chocolate cake.

I sat there on my dorm bed, shoveling cake into my mouth while tears streamed down my face. It tasted bitter and sweet at the same time.

I grew up with Liam. We were those "childhood sweethearts" everyone talked about. Over a decade of history. Following him around had become a reflex.

But this time, I meant it. I wanted out. It wasn't like all the other times he described. I wasn't going back.

My phone rang. It was my mom. “Maya, honey... about wanting to withdraw and go abroad. Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mom. I’m sure.”

She paused. “What about Liam? I thought the whole point of that school was to be with him. Long distance is hard, honey. You need to think.”

The mention of his name made my throat tighten. I forced myself to explain that we had broken up.

“I'm sorry, Mom,” I whispered. “But I realized I can't stay at a school I hate, studying something I don't care about, just for a guy. I want to find my own path. Not just follow his.”

My mom sounded surprised, but then relieved. “You’ve grown up, Maya,” she said. “I just wanted you to be happy. It sounds like Liam is the one losing out here. Classes abroad don't start until next month, and your offer is still valid. I’ll handle the visa. Love you, sweetie.”

I wiped my eyes. “Love you too.”