Daniel considered himself a civilized person. He couldn’t imagine hurting anyone physically, yet he knew hurting someone emotionally could be even worse. Nevertheless, that was his plan. Maybe not directly, but his decision to quit college would have the same effect. It would hurt his dad.
Daniel dreaded going home so he tried to hang on for another semester, which turned out to be a mistake. He was distracted, in a way, already gone. He went to class only half the time, didn’t study, didn’t even read. When midterm finally rolled around, Daniel packed up his things and loaded his pick-up truck. He was ready to lock the apartment when his roommate Tyler showed up.
“I’ll send my part of the rent for next month,” he said. “That’ll give you time to find another roommate.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Tyler said.
“I’m going to. It’s only fair.”
Tyler stared into Daniel’s face for a moment then he said, “Are you sure you’re doing the right thing?”
