When Nicholas told you he was moving to Los Angeles, it felt like time stopped. You sat across from him in your living room, the light from the window casting soft shadows over his face. His hands fidgeted in his lap, his lips pressed together as if bracing himself for your reaction. "I got the role," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and hesitancy.
Your heart swelled with pride—this was everything he'd worked so hard for, the late nights, the auditions, the rejections, and now, finally, the breakthrough he deserved. But before you could let the joy sink in, his next words shattered you.
"I have to move to LA in two weeks."
You blinked, the reality sinking in like a stone in water. "Two weeks?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I didn't know how to tell you," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours. They were full of regret and something else—fear, maybe. "I didn't want to hurt you. But this is the chance I've been waiting for."
Your chest tightened as you processed what this meant for the two of you. The relationship was still fresh, only a few months old, but it had already started to feel like something real, something worth holding onto. And now, just like that, it felt as if the ground had been pulled out from under you.
"What about us?" you asked softly, the words trembling on your lips.
He leaned forward, taking your hand in his. "I don't want to lose you," he said earnestly. "I know this isn't ideal, and I know it's going to be hard, but I don't want to let this go. I want to try, if you're willing."
Tears pricked at your eyes, but you nodded. "I want to try too," you whispered. "But it's going to hurt, Nick."
"I know," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. You mean too much to me to just let this go."
The next two weeks passed in a blur. Every moment with him felt bittersweet, like you were trying to hold onto something slipping through your fingers. You spent nights talking for hours, watching movies, walking through your favorite spots in town, and just being close to him, soaking in every second.
When the time came to move, you insisted on helping him. It was a whirlwind of packing boxes, organizing his things, and booking flights. The morning of his departure, you drove to the airport together, his car packed to the brim. It felt surreal, standing at the gate with him, knowing this was the start of a new chapter—for both of you.
When you landed in Los Angeles, you were greeted by the endless sunshine and the promise of a new beginning for Nicholas. You spent the next few days helping him settle into his new apartment, unpacking boxes and rearranging furniture. The space was small but charming, with big windows that let in the golden California light.
"Here," you said, handing him a framed photo of the two of you. It was taken on a random day, one of those perfect moments where neither of you could stop laughing. "This belongs on the nightstand."
He smiled, his eyes soft as he took the frame from you. "Thank you for coming with me," he said. "I couldn't have done this without you."
The last night, you both sat on the couch, the boxes mostly unpacked, the apartment finally starting to feel like a home. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I don't want you to go," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
You swallowed hard, leaning into him. "I don't want to go either," you said honestly. "But I have to."
The next morning, he drove you to the airport. The car ride was quiet, the kind of silence filled with unspoken emotions. When it was time to say goodbye, he pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, as if letting go would make everything real.
"I'll call you as soon as I get back," you said, your voice trembling.
"I'll be waiting," he replied, his forehead resting against yours. "I'm gonna miss you every single day."
"I'm gonna miss you too, Nick." you say as a few tears fall down your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away as Nick notices. He pulls you in for one last hug. A hug neither of you want to escape from. The feeling of comfort and warmth is too much to let go.
As you continue to hug, they call your flight number. It hits you like a bus as you realize this moment is the last time you and Nick will be like this, in each other's arms, until one of you flys to the other persons state.
"I have to go," you say with tears in your eyes, as you give Nick a reassuring smile to cover it up. "I love you."
"I love you too, Y/N." Nick says with a thin smile trying not to let his emotions show. He cups your face in his hands as he gives you a passionate kiss. You kiss back, not wanting to break away.
"I'll see you soon." you say with a faint laugh.
"Yeah, see you soon." Nick says. He watches you as you walk away with your suitcase in hand.
As you walked through the airport, your heart ached with every step that took you further from him. The flight back home felt endless, your mind replaying the moments you'd shared over the last few days.
Back in your hometown, the emptiness was palpable. His absence was a weight you couldn't shake, but you clung to the hope that the love you shared was strong enough to withstand the distance. It wasn't going to be easy, but nothing worth having ever was.
Even as the days passed, and the miles stretched between you, you knew this wasn't the end. It was just another step in a journey you both were willing to fight for. And as hard as it was, you knew that love was worth every sacrifice.
