He shakes his head again as he brushes my hair off my forehead and kisses it. “Fuck that shit. You gotta do what’s best for you.” “You’re what’s best for me.” “I know, so you better listen to what I’m sayin’.” He cradles my face in his hands, smiling so sweetly, reminding me how much I mean to him. “You’re going to Yale, we’ll stay together, and everythin’ will be okay. I promise.”
