Roma Arivederci

“You don’t want to?” the rector asked in surprise, raising his beautiful eyebrows skeptically above his shining eyes. My vocabulary is too small to describe it. Because no one taught me. No one ever had time for it... And now I can’t convey what I feel. His face was perfect. Not like Dad’s, cold and dismissive. But the right one, honest and firm. “You don’t want to get married? And you...” “And I’ll get a diploma and find a job somewhere.” Oh! Now he’ll guess something.

The text contains:  Secret Identity, Age Gap, College Campus