A Graduation Gift

'Tastes good? Must've been Amanda who said it.

Amanda bought this bread for him, but he turned around and gave it to me? It's ridiculous how he thinks I know nothing about this.

Rufus, you must be wallowing in satisfaction right now as two women pine for you at the same time.

What exactly am I to you?' she thought to herself.

Her trust in him was already at the brink of collapse, but because of this, it had fallen rock bottom. 'Is there any good reason, any reason at all to stay in a relationship with a man who uses what his other lover gave him to flatter me?' she wondered, apparently in a daze.

"Rufus, we're bearking up!"

Cassandra wrestled with herself before blurting it out, hear tears like torrents streaming down her cheeks.

"What's wrong with you, again?"

Rufus's smile was gone like the wind and was replaced with a look of concern when he saw her tears. A wave of panic engulfed him.

'Why is she crying? Is it because of my tardy return?

But no matter how upset she is, she has no right to break up with me because of that small slight, ' he thought and got kind of crossed.

"I remember saying that to you before, are you just using that to get back at me?"

Rufus asked, knitting his eyebrows and studying her expression, grasping for some sort of clue that would give away her true intentions.

Cassandra only shook her head, unable to say anything.

"Tell me what happened, Cassandra. Please, please talk to me,"

Rufus pleaded. He took Cassandra's arm and held it tightly. She was wracked with sobs.

His stomach did a one-eighty. He was so physically close to her, yet their hearts and feelings were so far away from each other.

He silently wished that she would stop being so stubborn and be gentle like other women. He just couldn't bear seeing her in tears.

"I don't love you anymore. We're done,"

Cassandra cried out desperately and in one swift motion, pulled her arm out of Rufus's grip.

Once upon a time she had always imagined that she would live a happy and peaceful family life with Rufus.

But the recent events had only reminded her that she was never good enough for him. They weren't fated to be with each other.

"No!"

just heard. What he believed were

for you as soon as I get off work

comforting Cassandra, to no avail.

cheeks, "it's impossible for us to be together. I mean it, Rufus. I really don't love you anymore. I

her tears glistened as they fell of her eyes. She

standing outside. She refused to open

slowly sunk to the ground. She bit her hand to keep

Open the damn door!

desperately, not giving a damn about his priceless Italian tailormade

please talk to me! I'll

weeping filled Rufus with dread. He ached to hold her in his arms, to reassure

he just said only added more water to her

want?' she thought to herself, full of doubt. What she wanted was quite simple, but it was a simple thing that he

devoted and faithful to her, with whom she

can you really do that, Rufus?' she

I can only feel my way into my world since it was

was absolutely enthralled by him, drawn by his magnetism and looks. He was so perfect, aside from his identity.

clearly foreshadowed the tragedy that was their romance. How could she have been so blind? Nonetheless, his constant profession of his love for her never failed to disarm her

her, but it was just wishful thinking and naive of her to believe that. She

unfavorable circumstances of birth, nor by what others thought of her. But in Rufus's heart,

take Rufus away from her. Countless lonely nights, Cassandra would stare up at the empty white ceiling and sometimes looked at the distant night sky, sparsely populated by stars. She

time after time, Rufus behaved

explanation, but

would suffer less and shed fewer

eyes, fighting back the

to her, trying to soothe her weary heart. One neighbor popped his head out of the window and eyed the handsome

in the world is it

never experienced

He felt his

punched the door with all his might, again to no avail. He only bruised

or not, I don't care. I'll bring it down

the

next few seconds, the hinge sounded to be in too much stress. Cassandra started

tired...I am so,

eyes had been worn out by the constant crying. She felt spent; her tears had run

response relieved him a

flipped by the little woman's weary tone.

rest. I'll