Tate held the letter in his hands. His eyes drifted over the fancy heading, to the word “accepted” then down to the university’s name. He had to re-read this a few times to make sure it was all true. Yes, Tate Langdon had really been accepted to university. His face showed no happiness though. He wasn’t excited for this. He dropped the letter on the floor and stood up. He walked over to the window and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. All he could think about was seeing Violet there. He had heard through gossip that she had chosen to go to this school and was accepted awhile back. Oh, Violet. It had been so long since he saw her. This was the longest summer of his life.
Their senior year, it had been decided that they would go their separate ways. Their relationship was getting “too intense” for kids their age. Tate didn’t see it that way, though. But he didn’t want to fight and argue. If you love something, you set it free. If it’s truly yours, it’ll come back to you. That’s the saying right? 'You're wrong. It's all wrong. She's probably found someone. Fucking him right now.' The voices hissed in his mind. Tate squeezed his eyes shut and smacked the side of his head. “NO, THAT’S NOT TRUE.” He yelled. He wiped his nose and picked up the letter. He looked at his packed bags then picked them up, heading out of the hotel room.
"Name?" A woman at the welcoming center in the university asked.
"… I obviously need your last name." She replied coldly.
Tate hesitated by her harshness. 'Kill her, Tate. Do it. You don't deserve to be talked to that way. Fucking kill this bitch.'
"Langdon." He blurted before he could think about what his voices had said.
"Welcome to school!" She said with a genuine smile this time.
At her smile, the voices softened and Tate walked into the courtyard, taking a moment to look at his new surroundings. Wondering how he would adapt to this new life.