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Ethan's POV

It was two weeks left for Emilia to board her plane for Massachusetts. Realization hit me and I started doubting the decision I made to give her my scholarship. Many people depended on her in many ways. Including me. She was supportive in every aspect of my life and seeing her go would leave me helpless.

There also were high chances that she was going to break our relationship while she was away. The decision for her to go had torn her heart and I was very certain that letting her go would mean giving her to another person she'll spend more time with.

"Yo man. You good?" Tad called my attention. I was looking at the empty basketball pitch and I was startled when he appeared beside me.

"Yeah, yeah. Just thoughts.

"It's gonna be okay, whatever it is. You're the only junk I know who handles things so perfectly. Even if there's a fifth season."

I shook my head. "Thanks, man. Good to know there are still good simps."

He slapped my arm. "That's like Emilia's fake-punch." I laughed. He growled and left.

"Ethan? Hi."

"Elsa. The peace of the Lord be with you," I bowed.

"Don't be stupid." She smiled.

"Came alone?"

"Yeah. Em went to see David. I just wanted to drop this for Tony."

It was a lunchbox and the aroma from it was great.

"Oh. This is sweet. He's in the dressers."

"Thank you."

"And El? You should persuade Tony into this new thing. If Emilia hadn't, I wouldn't have been experiencing this joy. Just keep pressing."

She looked at the lunchbox in her hand. Then she spoke again. "I'll keep praying for his turn."

I nodded in reply.
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"Heyyy. You're home early."

"Yeah. I am."

"Are you okay?"

"Hm mh." I dropped my bag on the couch.

"Okay. Dinner's set."

"Not hungry, Em." I lied.

She stared at my face. "I don't think."

I breathed out. "Lemme get a shower first, can I?"

"Sure," she nodded hesitantly. "Sure you can."

The tension I felt was inexplicable. It was mixed with sadness, worry, regret, and contemplation. If freezing the water in the shower were possible, I would've.

The following day, I felt better. It was like a heavy load had been lifted from my shoulders. I stayed with Emilia after our Bible study. We lay on the couch for longer than we should've, talking about the updates of our lives we missed out.

Then, the feeling came again. It was stronger now, and every second that passed away didn't just count; it screamed. Her frequent smiles, how focused she was when I was talking, how she shared her opinions, how she joked, how she laughed, and most of all, how she depended on me.

"Ethan? You okay?"

"Nah," I shook my head while taking a different position. She straightened when I sat upright and raked my hands in my hair. She didn't ask what was wrong but waited for me to speak.

I looked at her and scoffed. "I can't believe I'm letting you go."

"If you cry now, I swear I'll pass out."