I couldn’t believe it would end this way.
We had been together seven years…
She was now a nurse. That was her dream.
I was still full-time; the same temp agency that I was at when we met.
I needed time to pursue mine. I wanted to write.
I knew I had to reply.
The final ultimatum.
She was tired of me frivolously pursuing my selfish desires… Her father had a job for me.
We would have the money available for the things we needed…
Things she wanted… I was fine the way things were.
Click… Sent… my response.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Create a 100 word flash using the photo prompt.