She sat in the quiet of her room, her legs tucked beneath her on the bed, her body still but tense. The light from the window bathed the room in soft hues, but her eyes remained sharp, focused on something just out of reach—a thought.

She stayed quiet for a while before letting out a small sigh and speaking out.

“I’m thinking about going to Yale instead of Harvard.” She said softly, turning her gaze over to you, wrapping her arms around you.

Before you could even get a word out, she started speaking again.

“Look,” she stopped before continuing again. “I know that i’ve been talking about Harvard since— forever, but I think Yale is just better for me, you know?”