Liam was my first love as an ‘independent adult’, and when I met him, life was scaring the hell out of me. Balancing work and education was like steadying an extremely sensitive set of scales.

We whispered those words “I love you” and moved in together on the same day. He said that I didn’t have to work now that I had him, that I could live happily from now on. He convinced me to drop out of uni to stay home.
But boredom got the best of me, yet I couldn’t tell him that I had been reaccepted.

One night, the professor had kept me late, and I opened the apartment door as silently as possible.
“Cara,” Liam’s voice was low.
I didn’t know why, but I was scared. “Sorry I,—”
“I knew it!” he yelled, hitting me into the door. My eyes welled up as he left the room.

Looking back, I can’t beleive I let it go on for so long. Liam was the only person I was glad to hear dead. His car crashed into my university after beating up the professor.

But then, love does strange things to us.