Relocating

Relapse

"My mom just wants me home for awhile now." He says and I'm honestly still mad.

"You were gone a month last time!"

"I know. She needs me, okay? My dad is going on a business trip."

"For how long?"

"Two months." My jaw drops.

"I won't see you for two months?" I ask.

"You can come visit on weekends. My mom would love to have you. Hell! You can stay all the time!"

"I can't leave my job. I'm happy."

"I know. But I make you happy too!"

"Ashton. It's too much to ask."

"It is not."

"I can't leave."

"C'mon! It's not too much to ask!"

"Yeah! Leaving the place I love, quitting the job I love, and leaving my friends isn't too much to ask?"

"No."

"Maybe I should go stay with Aria for awhile, or think about getting my own apartment."

"Maybe you should." He says bitterly and walks out the door, slamming it.

How can he expect me to just leave where I live? It's my home. I can't go move with his mom. It will tear me apart moving from San Francisco. He knows that! So, why is he asking me to move? I call Aria.

"Hey." She answers.

"I think we just broke up." I say weakly.

"What?!"

"Yeah."

"My cousins an idiot! What did he do?"

"He tried to make me leave and live with his mom for two months."

"Well, come on over here. We'll start hunting for an apartment, I guess."

"Alright. Let me pack up."

I get all my things together. I wonder if he'll keep the apartment while he's gone. I can't imagine anyone else living in our special apartment. I throw everything in my suitcase. I stare at my camera. I'm torn.

To Aria: Should I take the camera.

To Rachel: Yeah. It was a gift before you guys were even together right??

To Aria: Yeah. I'll take it.

I put it in it's bag and thrust it over my shoulder. I freeze once I look up. The picture of us on the bridge is on the wall. I take a sticky note out. I write 'hopefully we can get back to this' and put it on the wall next to the picture. I begin my venture outside.

I stop once I get out. I didn't call Aria to pick me up, but I see her once I look around. She already knew to pick me up. I give a weak smile and walk to her car. When I throw the suitcase in, my heart sinks more. I place my camera bag carefully next to the suitcase and get in the passenger seat. I feel cold. I realize I'm shaking a bit, so I cross my arms, trying to stiffen. I can't. I notice his car is gone before Aria pulls away. He really did just walk out without even fighting for us.