I froze.

“You’re always going to regret not going”.

“No”. I turned to face him. “I made the decision to stay here. If I wanted to go to Yale I would have. I’m going to shower now”.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Was he right? Did I regret staying here? Was it always going to come down to Yale?

A sigh fell from my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

It was a quick shower. Wrapping the towel around my body I exited the bathroom into our room. He was sat on ...