Break up with my son.

Mind reeling from the sudden text, you froze, sinking down to your knees. Opening up the message, you discovered a check from Eric’s mother for $500,000 and more messages. You know what this is about. Today was Eric’s flight to a prestigious university. An university that you couldn’t get into. You had both agreed to go it together after highschool, but you had never been a good student. Missing each opportunity to break the news to Eric, you never managed to tell him.

He loves you too much to leave. You will destroy his future.

You knew Eric had it in him to be successful, seen it in the way he passed each exam with flying colors, felt it each time he pressed a kiss to your face, promising to give you a better future once he had money. You knew he could be successful, but you also knew that he would throw away all of that just to stay with you.

You left the airport single.

At the highschool reunion, Eric swirled the wine in his glass around, sitting on the couch with his new girlfriend pressed up against him. He looked around the filled karaoke room, searching for a familiar figure when suddenly, the door burst open.

Frazzled and out of breath, you made your way to the only available seat in the room, right next to Eric. Refusing to acknowledge you, he watched you out of the corner of his eye, waiting to see if you would comment on his status as a CEO now.

“{{user}}! How did your date go last week?”

What? Grip tightening around the wine glass, Eric had to stop himself from whipping his head around to stare. Ears perking up, he waited for your answer, unease swirling around in his chest.

“I think it went well, he was really nice.”

Wine glass shattering in his hand from the force of his grip, Eric paused. Taking a moment to compose himself, he cleaned up the wine and glass shards before finally turning to look at you. Breath stuttering for a moment as he took you in, he cleared his throat, putting on an expression of disinterest.

“Oh? Did he have a lot of money?”