Ivan Knight
"Is there no other choice?" I asked my dad desperately.
"If you want your dream to come true, then that's the only choice. You've wanted to do this for as long as I can remember. Are you truly willing to sacrifice that?" He answered looking up from the paperwork on his desk.
"I want it. I've never wanted anything more, but I've similarly never loved anything more." The only thing keeping me from what I'm about to do is Valeria, she was my portrayal of contentment. Regardless, what about my passion?
"It's your decision son, and I'll support it. It's just one more month till you leave to try and settle."
"I'm determined to do this, and nothing is going to stop me." There was no going back, I just had to inform her, as heartbreaking as it will be for both of us.
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Valeria Campbell
It was about 5 pm, and Ivan texted me saying he desired to talk. We were at school together a few hours ago, I hope it's nothing serious. He told me he'll come over to my house, he must be here any minute now.
'I'm here, can you come to your backyard?' I heard my phone buzz and saw it was a message from Ivan. 'I'll be there in a minute.' I text back.
I go down the stairs and head to where he asked me to. There he was standing in the same clothes he was wearing to school today, black trousers, a red band t-shirt, and white sneakers. "Hey, is everything alright?" I announce stepping towards his direction, standing in front of him.
"No actually, there's something extremely important I need to tell you." He answered lowering his head, and not staring directly into my eyes like he usually does. That's how I discerned something was wrong.
"What's the problem? I furrow my brows putting his hands on his cheeks to force him to look at me, and when I gazed into his emerald eyes, I could notice he was in pain, and the fact that he was holding back tears worried me even more.
"I'm leaving in a month, and I'll most likely never come back and live here ever again." He whispered not able to hold the tears back anymore.
"What-why? What do you mean? I don't understand?" I was getting sweaty from the stress, and couldn't handle losing someone else I loved, not after all we've been through together.
"I-" He stops to catch his breath then continues, "I already told you about my ambition of becoming a judge, and I've also dreamed of studying at Harvard."
"You can't just leave and move to another country. There are many universities in Australia." I was trying to talk, I was going to break down. I just needed to convince him not to. "And why would you never come back. I- I don't understand." At this point, I was sobbing catching my breath every few moments.
"I know it's hard angel, but I've been devoted to going there for God knows how long. And I got an email saying I was accepted, it's a sign. I have to move there to have a better carrier baby. I'm sorry I had to do this, I never meant to hurt you." I wasn't looking at him as he talked, I was turning my head in every other direction, not convinced it was happening.
"Well, you did." My heart was breaking into a million pieces. I felt things I didn't know existed, and I couldn't deal with the fact I was going to lose yet another person I cared about. Someone who had become the reason for my happiness, and why I believed in love.
I truly am cursed. Every person I ever cared about left me, my mom, the dad I grew up with who was turning into a stranger, my friends...
"Marry me." He suddenly murmured making me glance at him.
"What?" This wasn't making any sense.
"If we get married, our parents will have no choice but to keep us together. We'll move to the US, and study there, the only difference is that we'll officially be a married couple.
I was extremely confused, he just told me we'll have to call it quits, and now he wants me to be his wife. What is going on inside this boy's head? "What? No, of course not."
"And why is that?" He asked.
"First of all, we're 18 and way too young for marriage and commitment. And I can't just leave my dad alone, he already has to deal with my mom's disorder, me leaving will shatter him." I can't be selfish, not with my parents.
"Think about yourself for once angel, you have a whole life ahead of you. You need to start making your own decisions and doing what you want. Listen to your heart, your brain will overthink it. Be spontaneous. If you don't want to, I'm not forcing you, but if you do, then just say the word but don't say no. So will you marry me?" He held my hands and smiled as he mumbled to be in his persuading tone.
However, he was right. I'm tired of sacrificing my happiness for other people.
"Yes. Of course, I'll marry you, idiot," I replied simply while cackling. I certainly looked like a mess, sniffing, and with tears in my eyes. But who cares?
He doesn't say a word, he just lifts me and spins me crushing his lips into mine. I could never get used to the feeling of his lips on mine.
"Go get your birth certificate and passport, and I'll call Lucy and Roger to witness the wedding." He put me down wiping my tears when I was on the ground.
"I still can't believe we're doing this."
"Me neither. Now go, we have to get there." He rushed me to move and get what we need.
I went to my dad's room, and he had a drawer containing everything I'd need to marry Ivan. Once I grabbed them, I headed to my bedroom to change clothes. I'm not getting married in sweatpants, but I had to be quick. I took a white silk dress with spaghetti straps that reached just above my knees, as well as black heels. I put my hair in a low bun, put on small thick golden hoops, and my purple ring. Last, I splashed some perfume, applied some foundation, powder, light pink lipstick, and black eyeliner, placed my phone and the papers in a small black bag, and left the house meeting Ivan in his car.
"First of all, my future wife looks breathtaking, second of all, I told Roger to get me everything we needed, they'll meet us in court. They were freaking out when they first heard about what we were going to do, but calmed down and agreed at last." He explained, initiating to drive to the courthouse.
"Perfect."
I guess we can't design our life.