"You promised you wouldn't get mad."
"Damn it, Penny! You made me believe that this was real. I let myself dream about a future with you. We only had to wait two semesters. I wanted to be with you. But six? Six semesters?"
I couldn't stop my tears. "Stop using the past tense."
"What do you expect, Penny? You waited a whole month to tell me. Why didn't you just tell me when we first started dating?"
"That's exactly why. Because we had only just started dating. And I'm obsessed with you. I knew you'd be mad. I knew that you'd leave me. I wanted to have you as long as possible."
"That's not an excuse. If you had believed what we had was real, telling me your age wouldn't have mattered."
"So what we have isn't real then?"
Professor Hunter stood up and rubbed his hands across his face ag
