The Tragedy of Star-crossed Lovers

His

My parents were never really proud of me because I chose not to work in the family business. Instead, I went to college to become a lawyer. I got into the top school, Harvard, but all my parents saw was disappointment. So, when I left to go there, I was overjoyed to get away from them and start a new life away from farming.

There, I met the most beautiful girl: long blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole trope of a pretty girl, and she even looked my way. Her name is Ava, and when the sun hits her hair, it's like a golden river flowing all the way past her perfect arms. In the first year, we talked a lot and became best friends, so naturally, by the second year, we started dating. She would write me love poems and beautiful songs, ranging from talking about how I was tall, dark, and handsome, to how cute she thought my laugh was.

I never felt love like this in all my days. My parents acted like I was a leech, just there for money, when in reality, I was just a puppy begging to be pet. I loved getting her flowers, and the blue light beamed from her. I just fell so deeply in love; I wanted to be together forever, however cheesy that sounds.

By the fourth year, we were finishing up college, and that was also the year I found out. We were in class, I was listening to the professor preach to us about something or other, and I saw a note go from the left side of the room all the way to me, sitting at the far right next to the door. I opened it, thinking how childish it was to still pass notes at our age. It clearly said, in familiar writing, "I cheated on you because I am a lesbian." Thinking it was a joke at first, I looked up, but all I saw were her eyes looking at me in sorrow. Storms crashed inside me, and anger filled my sails. I never spoke to her again despite her multiple attempts at reaching out throughout the years. I hope it eats her alive.

Hers

I love my parents so much more than anyone in the world, and I admired them for raising me with all the right skills I needed to get into Harvard. They even paid for everything, and I am beyond grateful for this. In the first year, I kept up my studies and my grades never fluctuated; I was an A+ in everything. But then I met Jake. He had dark hair and eyes that looked as black as space. Seeing myself in his eyes, I fell in love, for I saw a future with him. We both wanted to be lawyers, and we would be able to be successful together. He was the first boyfriend I ever had, and I spent each weekend writing poetry for him. It seemed like I never ran out of things to write about. He was just so perfect in my eyes, but my parents disapproved because I started to not focus on studies quite as much. But I was investing in my future with him.

I was able to keep a high enough grade until the fourth year. I was almost done with law school and could finally be with my boyfriend of three years. Unfortunately, my parents finally had enough and demanded we split. Splitting us would be like killing a swan's forever partner. I needed to listen to them because they paid for my schooling. So, I devised a plan. I thought it would hurt him less if I said I was a lesbian. I would definitely get bullied, but I'm almost done. The pain is worth it. I broke it to him in a note passed through the class. I couldn't bear to see the glimmer in his eyes disappear like the brightest shooting star burning out. I killed the passion inside myself, and I could tell I killed him too. Star-crossed lovers, never meant to be. I look at him lovingly every day, only to be met with hatred. It hurt more because he didn't even try to talk about it before just giving me the silent treatment. I hurt daily for him, but I hope he's happy.