Waiting, waiting, waiting. Simon's whole life consisted of it. Waiting to see Delia again. Waiting for her to fall in love with him. Waiting for her to get her memories back. Waiting for her to die. Again and again and again.
Now they were waiting for college admission letters. It would be a few months, which was the blink of an eye to someone like him.
He wasn't worried about getting in. He had gone to college dozens of times already. His test scores were impeccable. He could go wherever she got in and wouldn't care at all.
What should he study this time? He had gotten so many degrees that it was hard to keep track of them all. He had a box of his diplomas somewhere. He should dig through it to get some ideas. He wanted to study something he hadn't yet.
