"I think you are going to ace your final tomorrow." Marcel told me as he kissed my cheek. We were currently in my living room. He had been helping me for the last hour for my final tomorrow. "I hope so too." I mumbled. I had bad test anxiety. "Oh come on. You wouldn't have gotten into Stanford if you weren't brilliant. I'm very proud. You are going to do amazing in the fall." He said and I started panicking all over again. "Can we not talk about that right now?" I grumbled. He sat up and grabbed my hand. "I thought we went over this. Everything is going to be okay, (y/n)." He told me. I let go of his hand and started pacing, "How do you know that?! Anything could happen. You are going to be on the east coast and I'm going to be on the west coast. You should've seen all of the girls drooling over you at school today! That is how it is going to be at Princeton!" I yelled. He stood up to face me, "Are you saying you don't trust me?" I shook my head, "I trust you. I don't trust them!" I didn't like how I sounded so jealous. It made me feel horrible. I couldn't help it though; it was like word vomit. "Would you rather me look like how I used to? I have confidence about myself for the first time in my life. Do you want me to give that up?" He asked me. "That isn't what I'm trying to say!" I argued. "Then what are you trying to say?! You know what nevermind, I need to go." He grabbed his backpack and left. I heard the front door slam and I sunk to the ground. I didn't want him to lose his confidence. I'm glad that he felt good about himself. I just had a lot of doubts. I knew what I had to do. I didn't want to end up heartbroken. I had to end things with Marcel before things got to far. Before I fell madly in love with him. I already worried it was too late. That night, it was hard to fall asleep. I kept tossing and turning. The argument I had with Marcel was running through my head over and over. I didn't like the jealously that filled my body. It was around 1:30 when I heard something hit my window. I didn't think anything of it until it happened two more time. I went over to my window and saw Marcel. He had climbed the tree that was near the window. I opened it and he came inside. "What are you doing here?" I whispered. "I couldn't sleep." He told me. I sat on my bed and he did too. "Me neither. Look, Marcel..." I started to say but he interrupted me. "No, (y/n), I'm gonna talk. You listen. I know that you are scared about the future. We are going to be fine. I know we will because..." He stopped and looked at his hands. "Because what?" I whispered. He looked at me and placed his hand over mine, "Because I'm in love with you. I need you, (y/n). I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. You had my heart then, and you always will. I know we will make it because love can withstand any distance." I didn't know what to say. I felt tears forming in my eyes. "I love you too, Marcel." I told him as he closed the space between us. He pressed his lips against mine and lowered me onto the bed. "Let me show you how much I love you." He whispered.
