I opened Phoebe's i********: for him to see.
His face instantly turned pale.
"Seriously, this is just childish."
I stared into his eyes and said, word by word, "Let's just end it here."
After I finished speaking, I stood up, intending to find my parents. Sam, still kneeling on the ground, grabbed my hand, his red-rimmed eyes filled with tears.
"Luna, don't break up with me! I don't agree!"
"And then what?" I asked. "Do you think we can still get married?"
Sam gripped my hand tightly, murmuring "don't break up" no matter what I said. I didn't want to dwell on this issue, so I just said perfunctorily that I would think about it. After all, I was going abroad for further studies soon, and three years would be enough for him to think everything through.
As if afraid I'd change
