THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER BEFORE THE SEQUEL STARTS AND I HAVEN'T STARTED WRITING IT AND I'M ALREADY CRYING
He ignored me for weeks.
He texted me happy birthday, but that was it.
It's okay. I'm not mad at him. We didn't break up though. It's August 14th.
I leave tomorrow, on our eight month anniversary.
I'm all packed, and laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, reminding myself that this is what needs to happen.
This is for the best. But...
I need a proper goodbye.
I texted him a month and a half ago to tell him I'm leaving on our eight months.
My family isn't even bothering me today.
I'm scared to leave my bed.
I'm scared to leave Utah.
I've never left the state before.
Now I'm moving across the country, away from everyone an everything I know.
Channing is my rock.
I've seriously, very seriously, considered not going to Harvard, but I can't.
I have to go.
My bedroom door opens, and I peek out of my mountain of blankets.
My bedroom is usually really messy, but it's clean and mostly empty.
Channing is standing in the doorway.
His face is blanket of any emotion.
He's feeling the exact same way I am.
Silently, I lift my blanket.
He steps into my room and shuts the door, kicks his shoes off, and climbs in my bed with me. I curl against him, as close as I can get.
I'm scared.
I'm so scared.
What if he falls in love with somebody else?
I just want him to be happy.
"I'm not leaving until you do." He whispers.
"Okay." I whisper. My voice is weak and I'm fighting tears.
We lay in bed for hours, and then we eat dinner and go right back upstairs.
We watched movies and I just laid against him.
"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you." He whispers.
I shrug. "It's okay." I whisper.
He gets really ad all the sudden.
"I should've taken those few months with you and made the best of them." He says, frustrated. "I should've spent every fucking second with you!"
I put my hand over his heart.
"Stop." I whisper. "This isn't over, Channing. It's just paused. I swear on my life, on yours, on Nana and Papa's and everyone else, that this is not over. I'm going to find you if we lose contact, okay?"
He nods slowly.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too." I whisper.
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He spent the night, and when we both woke up, it was to my alarm.
It's ten, and it's time for me to leave.
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The Forbidden Fruit
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