Let Me Go, Mr. CEO!

was carrying my bags and suitcases to the door when I bumped into Calvin, who was holding a cake as he walked in.

Panicking, I turned around too quickly and slammed my head against the door, tears welling up from the pain.

Calvin set the cake down and examined my injury with a gentle tone, suppressing his urge to scold me.

Does it hurt? How could you be so careless?

Where are you going?

he asked, noticing my luggage. Gripping my suitcase tightly, I felt a wave of nervousness I couldn't quite explain.

I... my dorm application came through, so I thought it would be more convenient to live at school.

I was scared he would actually let me go, but also afraid staying would only bring me more heartache.

He fell silent for a moment, then probed cautiously, "Is it because I brought Ava back? Did it make you uncomfortable?"

If I said yes, would you ask her not to come again?

I responded, understanding his stance from his lack of reply, and I didn't want to make things difficult for him.

Since I couldn't move all my stuff in one go, I told Calvin I would do it as soon as possible.

Mia, stay and have some cake before you go. It's your favorite, chocolate,

he said, expertly unwrapping the cake. This was the fifth birthday we had spent together, the anniversary of the day he found me.

Today, I turned eighteen, marking the end of my secret crush on him.

Calvin happily sang the birthday song and lit the candles.

Mia, make a wish!he encouraged.

I nodded, savoring the last moment alone with him.

(I wish to always be with Calvin.)

Suddenly, his phone rang. After a brief, serious conversation, he returned looking grave.

Mia, I need to go out. I'll make it up to you tomorrow.

Blowing out the candles, I clung to his clothes, not wanting to let him leave.

I don't want you to go. Could you have a piece of cake? Just one. I don't want to be alone...

His face showed a flicker of impatience as he reprimanded me, "When did you become so childish?

You're an adult now. You can't always cling to me. I have my own life too."

Reluctantly, I released him and watched his silhouette grow distant.

Later, I received a friend request from Ava.

Her latest social media post featured Calvin bandaging her cut finger, captioned: "The best Calvin in the world."

Sitting in the dark, I stuffed chocolate cake into my mouth, tears mixing with the sweetness, making it taste awful.

That night, I called a moving company and cleared out all my belongings.

After eating so much cake and exhausting myself moving, I ended up throwing up by the roadside.

Mia, why put yourself through this? I wondered.

The next day, Calvin called.

Mia, are you in your dorm? I brought you a birthday gift. Open the door.

Clutching my phone, I stared at the door, unsure how to respond.

Is there a problem?

When will you be back? I'll take you out to eat, he continued.

Excited, I checked my class schedule

and was about to agree

when I heard Ava's coquettish voice on the other end, "Calvin, are you here to see me?"