Miss me

Preface

"Edinburgh. Probably." Steph tells her.

Lucy swallows as subtly as she can, masking her disappointment before turning to face her and say, "I'm so happy for you!"

It wasn't a lie. She really was happy for her. Steph had been accepted into all five universities she applied to - four of which were in London, where they lived. Of course the one her heart was set on was Edinburg.

Eight hours away sounded like light years in Lucy's head. Call her dramatic, but imagine having your best friend at your disposal for years: only a 10 minute walk from each other's houses, in all the same classes, same friends, same interests. They saw each other more than they saw their own reflections.

Lucy wanted to be excited; she wanted to jump up and down enthusiastically to show Steph how proud of her she was. But neither of them could ignore the somber tension. The unspoken realisation that Steph was leaving London. Steph was leaving Lucy. It was just the unanswered question of 'what if' that lingered in the air. A question neither of them wanted to ponder for even a second. That was a conversation neither girl could bare to have right now. So they didn't. Instead they smiled and cheered, pretending to ignore the melancholy behind the others eyes, now hyper aware this internal countdown until October.

For now they would just continue to laugh and smile,  though, perhaps a bit more often. The hugs would last longer, the kisses were more frequent, just trying to make sure it was enough. For Lucy, however, it was never enough.