OUR PATHS WILL CROSS

Chapter 1

ANNA POV:
Four months ago:
**Manhattan**
"I just don't know if I'm ready to let you go." I told him, looking at him as he stood across from me in the room, looking out of the hotel window as I gripped the letter that was sent to me at the hotel.

Harry turned around and softly smiled. "Why do we have to let go of each other?" He asked and I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. I promised myself that if I got this opportunity, that I would do whatever was best. Letting go of Harry was the hardest thing I had to think of.

"I know what long distance relationships are like. We've done it before, we've suffered." I explained and he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. I tried not to let a tear slip out of my eye.

He walked closer to me and reached his hand out. "Then why can't we keep doing it?" He asked and I shrugged my shoulders and wiped another tear that cascaded from my eye onto my cheek.

"I don't know, Harry." I said, trying to come up with some logical answer and solution to this problem.

He walked closer to me and sighed. "Can I see it?" He asked and I looked down at the letter in my hands.

I handed it to him and he furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes gazed over the paper. His mouth opened and he started reading the words aloud.

"We here at Berklee College of Music are proud to ask you, Anna Huntley, to come and teach our students. This entails that you would teach them how to be confident in performing, how to compose and write lyrics, how to perfect a stage ambiance and how to sing and play instruments at the same time. We are looking forward to hopefully seeing you as a faculty member next fall. We also would like to see you conduct in some recitals in the future." He read and I raised my eyebrows as he smiled and looked up from the letter. I knew he was breaking inside as I was.

"They want you as a permanent teacher." He stated obviously and I nodded my head once.

"Which is weird because I don't have a teaching degree." I said and he shrugged his broad shoulders, looking up at me and staring at me with his dark green eyes.

"I doubt all 500, or whatever faculty is there, have degrees." He said, laughing and my mind drew back to the fact that things were rocky enough between us, this separation would ruin us. I just didn't know what to do and even if we tried to maintain our long distance relationship, we came from different countries, he was still touring and I was offered a teaching job.

"What should I do?" I asked and he smiled, I could see the part of him that was breaking, knowing this could tear us apart. He didn't want to do this and neither did I.

He took a deep breath and looked at me, pushing his hair out of his face. "I want you to do whatever makes you the happiest in the world." He said.

I sighed and looked down at the paper and then at Harry again. I was in a bind.

I loved music with everything I had.

But,

I was in love with Harry.

I really didn't know what to pick and what to do. I guess I could take the teaching thing up and try to give Harry attention long distance, but we weren't oblivious to the fact that it would end us anyways.

"I don't know what to do." I stated and sat down on the edge of the hotel bed.

"I don't have a say in this. This decision is all on you. If you pick me, that would be awesome and I'd love you more than I already do. If you choose Berklee, I would still love you just as much." He explained and I felt a giant pain in my heart.