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!"

with a snarl. He refused to believe what he had just heard. What he believed were her bitter tears, which betrayed

get off work tomorrow onwards, okay?" Don't

Cassandra,

closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, "it's impossible for us to be together. I mean it, Rufus. I

turned around, some of her tears glistened as they

bitterness, and left Rufus standing outside. She refused to open it no matter how

to the ground. She bit her hand

the

banged the door desperately, not giving a

to me! I'll do

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

added more water

that? Give me whatever I want?' she thought to herself, full of doubt. What she wanted was quite simple, but it was a simple thing that he could never give her.

faithful to her, with whom she could celebrate life and

really do that, Rufus?' she cried

since I met you, my life began to take a different direction into unknown lands. I can only feel

married Lionel, she was absolutely enthralled by him, drawn by his magnetism and looks. He was so perfect, aside

Nonetheless, his constant profession

he was completely devoted to her and only her, but it was just wishful thinking and naive of her to believe that. She had been so confident, but

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

and messages, Amanda would 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 twisted and

after time, Rufus behaved like it

his explanation, but

less and shed fewer tears for the rest of

eyes, fighting back the

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

what in the world is it that

had never experienced such

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

door with all his might, again to no

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

Cassandra felt the door shake.

the hinge sounded to be in too much stress.

am so tired...I am so, so tired. I want to

constant crying. She felt spent; her tears

response relieved him a

flipped by the

rest. I'll see you