Author's Note: This is the last chapter, guys. Oh my God. Well then they're be an epilogue, but this is the last technical chapter. Look over there at that song. ------> Am I the only one who thinks that describes Ryder and McKenna's whole situation perfectly? When I got the Take Me Home Album and I heard it, I was like 'Oh my God, it's perfect for SDLF'. You probably don't care. But also, check out that GIF. It's Indiana Evans who I chose for McKenna. The Epilogue should be up soon, I'm not sure of an exact date, but it'll be up before December 1st. Enough of my talking, now go read. And yes, when writing this, I did cry.
“Hey, wake up.” Ryder’s voice says, close to my ear.
I shake my head, pushing my face deeper into the pillow. “No.”
“I don’t want you to leave, but you know you have to.” He says, logically.
“What time is it?”
“10:30.” Ryder tells me.
“I hate this. I hate it so much.” I admit, my face still mushed into my pillow.
“I know you do, babe.”
“It’s not fair.”
“I know it isn’t.”
“Do I have to go?”
Ryder sighs sadly, “Yes. You know you have to.”
I groan, sitting up in my bed. “I wish you could come.”
He nods, smiling. “Me too. But I have college and everything. It starts back in like a week; it’s too late to transfer.”
“I know, just wishing.”
“But how about this, I’ll come visit you as soon as I can, okay?”
“How soon will it be?”
“I’m not sure, Mickey.”
“I hope it’s soon.”
“Tell you what; I’ll definitely come before Christmas.”
I pout, “But Christmas is in December. It’s just August.”
“You want a definite date, but I can’t guarantee one.”
“Right,” I say, sighing.
“Okay,” Ryder says, standing up from the bed. “I’ll come before Thanksgiving. Is that better?”
I nod, “Yes. Only a few months.”
“Right, there you go being optimistic.”
“You don’t even understand how depressed I’m gonna be on the flight back home.”
“Don’t be depressed. We can FaceTime every day.”
“Swear?”
“On my life.” He says, looking down at me. “Now come on, get up. You have to get dressed and eat.”
“I don’t really have much of an appetite.”
“I don’t care, you’re eating. Because if you don’t, you’ll be hungry on the flight home.”
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