Nebulous | fini

two kilometres

There comes a point in everyone's life that decides their future, it decides whether they shall endure four or more years of absolute utter hell or live in their preferred heaven.

Oddly enough, more people choose the hell.

Armani and Juliette were simply video calling when an awkward silence arose, neither of them knew what to do. Their relationship was so natural they never thought about what to say. Why was this time different?

"I'm going to go, it's uh, it's getting late." Juliette broke the silence after a while, fiddling with her fingers and not really looking at her camera. Armani simply nodded in response.

"Before you go I have something to tell you." He stated, rubbing the nape of his neck, "I'm going back to Italy to study, you weren't the only one busy that week." He joked but she didn't laugh. She kept still, the only audible sound coming from her side was cars speeding by and her own breathing.

"Oh okay, when are you going, wait I." She sighed, "okay." She painted on her facade as if it were nothing but a little bit of powder. No emotion was visible on her face, "I'm happy for you. What are you going to study, dear." Armani winced at the word dear, she never used it unless something was wrong.

"Three weeks." He confirmed, "god that sounded like I just told you how long I've been pregnant for," he laughed at his own joke and she forced a smile, "I'm going to study history, are you okay?" He asked dropping the ignorance act. He never really enjoyed that part of the play.

"Yeah I'm fine." She muttered, "goodnight." She ended the call. Fear pounding against the walls of her mind. Capturing any sane thoughts and breaking them down into a fit of nothingness.

What if he forgets about me?

What if he falls in love with someone else?

What if he doesn't want me anymore?

What if I become nothing to him?

What if- she stopped herself, realising how stupid she sounded. He'd never leave her for someone else, they've been through so much together, right?