"I am going," I answered. "I leave tomorrow..."
He stared at me his wide, his mouth opened. We kept staring at each other and I wondered why it was so hard for him to believe? Why was it so hard for him to believe that I too can be on my own? That he was not the only thing that mattered in my life...well not anymore.
"What?" He whispered. "No...you...you can't go, Elllie,"
"I am, Adrian," I whispered. "I am going to Switzerland,"
"When did you get this?" He demanded, shaking the letter in his hand. "When did you even apply?"
"A long time ago, just out of curiosity," I answered and realised that I sounded more like an answering machine than a human. "And I got the letter on the day of your goodbye dinner,"
"Wow," He looked appalled. "And when did you decided that you want to go?I
