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!"

believe what he had just heard. What he believed were her bitter

for you as soon as I get off work tomorrow onwards,

tried comforting Cassandra, to

us to be together. I mean it, Rufus. I really don't love

turned around, some of her tears glistened as they fell of her eyes. She then returned to her apartment.

She refused to open it no matter how

to the ground. She bit her hand to keep her sobs from escaping. She didn't want

the

kicked and banged the door desperately, not giving a damn about his priceless Italian tailormade shoes.

begging you, please talk to me! I'll do whatever

hold her in his arms, to reassure her that everything would be

only added

full of doubt. What she wanted was quite simple, but it was a simple thing that he could never

a simple life, a man devoted and faithful to her, with whom she could celebrate life and love until their

really do that, Rufus?' she cried

lands. I can only feel my way into

enthralled by him, drawn by his

Nonetheless, his constant profession of his

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

by her unfavorable circumstances of birth, nor by what others thought of her.

Cassandra would stare up at the empty white ceiling and sometimes looked at the distant night sky, sparsely populated by stars. She

after time, Rufus behaved

explanation,

suffer less and shed fewer

eyes, fighting back

One neighbor popped

the world is

never experienced such

chaos into his heart. He felt his blood boiling; his heart could beat out of his chest.

all his might, again to no avail. He only

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

his words when Cassandra felt the door shake. He apparently charged at

to be in too much stress. Cassandra started to get

so, so tired. I want to

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

him a little.

heart flipped by the little woman's weary tone.

let you rest. I'll