I could not believe all that my mom had told me, it made guilt eat at me more. It’s been three weeks now, everything was almost perfect. If my mom could forgive me, then everything would be perfect. 

Aaron and I were leading the most beautiful life. He was the perfect mate, he loved me countlessly and never ceased to tell me how much I meant to him. School had gone back to what I knew it to be — serious and focused. Lectures had begun as it was supposed to be without these ...