"I found your college application plan," The air gets knocked out of me dooming me in gasps. My eyes widen and I take a step back.

"Corbyn, I can explain," I start but he doesn't seem to want to listen to me.

"I didn't think you would leave me and that's what I told her. And when I came back, I found your notes and applications in your desk." He chuckles in disgust and I wish the earth would banish me forever. "She said you will put your future and needs for something different above everything else and you know what I said?" He asks melancholically yet there's a fire in his eyes; the fire of anger. "She loves me," My eyes close at the impact of the words as if they threw a knife through my heart.

"Corbyn, I would talk to you," I start walking towards him but he just back off sending a throbbing pain in me which I deserve. "I didn't want to burden you with that too, right now,"

"Burden me?" He shouts. "Corbyn, I want to go to college in the other corner of the planet. Is that so goddamn hard?"

"It's not like that,"

"Oh, yea?" He mocks.

"I would talk to you. I don't want to go anywhere yet, I was going over my options," I mutter.

"It didn't look that way to me." He snaps. "Chicago, New York is not close to here, is it?"

"I was just thinking, I was gonna ask you about your options and I don't know, maybe we would..."

"Stop," He interrupts me. "Your college choices are far away from here, what did you expect that I would reroot my whole life? Why would you?"

"I'm not rerooting," I state. "I came here because of my aunt. I wouldn't have set foot in California if it wasn't for her,"

"Your life is here,"

"It isn't. I hadn't imagined my future here. I don't belong here,"

"And where do you belong? In Chicago in a place that everybody has forgotten about you?" He narrows his eyes.

"That's not fair," I say. "It's where I grew up. My father was teaching at a university where I have already an offer, I had dreams before you," He stares at me without a word for a few seconds. I bite my lip. "What colleges are you thinking of?" I ask, hesitantly, waiting for a rude remark that will scatter me in pieces.

"They are away from yours," I look up dumbfounded from his answer yet sadness creeps into my heart.

"What are they?"

"Standford, Berkly..." His voice trails off as I catch the hidden message of his words. They are in California and I confessed that I won't stay here. "So, back to Chicago," He murmurs. "Aren't colleges about growing? Moving on? And you want to go to the same university that your father taught?"

"It's an option. It's not like that, I will be close to them, at least, that's how I think it will feel like,"

"I can't do this anymore," My eyes widen and attach to his in genuine terror. "What do you want from me?"

"I don't want you to do anything,"

"You do," He claims. "Except if you plan to break up with me before you leave for college."

"I don't and you know it,"

"Know it?" He challenges. "I didn't know you were organizing your future without thinking of us!"

"I did, I was going to say something but with everything going on, I didn't think it was good timing,"

"That's a fucking excuse," He grits.

"Why didn't you say something?" I ask back.

"I wasn't thinking about it, Amelia. I thought you would give me a heads up before you got accepted to college though,"

"I haven't applied yet. I wanted to talk about it with you so we can figure out what to do,"

"You shouldn't," He says neutrally. "Do whatever you want, you didn't care about what I think anyway," Before I can justify my actions, he walks away vanishing at an angelic speed. I rest my hands in my hips shaking my head in disdain.

I knew that it wouldn't be easy to discuss it but I didn't think we would fight. Although, the worst part is that my horror came to reality. We want different colleges and I don't think none of us would bear a long-distance relationship. I shudder at the thought, panicking.

We'll figure it out; I mumble to myself walking up the stairs before I find him dressed exiting my room.

"Where...where are you going?" I ask.

"I need some air," He bumps my shoulder on his way to the staircase causing a pulsating pain of anxiety to possess me.

"Corbyn, don't do this," He looks up from the lower stairs halting his steps.

"Maybe we should end this now, instead of stalling till August, don't you think?" His words clench my stomach as my chest aches. I feel vomit rising in my throat.

"Don't do this," He walks the rest of the stairs but I'm not done. I run down knowing his speed and burst out of the door with confidence I don't know where I collected.

"You're a coward!" I yell causing him to whirl around frowning.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" He barks.

"You heard me," I spat heading towards him. "You blame me for caring about what happens to my future but you know what? I have the strength to fight for what we have. I was going to put my need under yours. I was taking the notes you found to show you what I think, so we can find a college to go to together. And you?" I shout. "You want to end this at the sound of me thinking to go back to Chicago? God, you really love me!" I mock.

"You are so judgemental having the nerve to blame me for not sharing my fucking feelings with you when you did that!"

"I was going to tell you," I cry back.

"I don't believe you,"

"What the hell?" I curse and his eyes widen. "I have never, ever lied to you, and with our history, don't you dare say that to me,"

"You didn't consult me when you fear about me doing it? Look in the mirror,"

"Yes, I made a mistake, yes, I should have told you. Can we move on now or you will keep whining?"

"Whining?"

"Yes, don't you dare, ever, threaten to end this," I wave my finger between us. "Ever."

"If you wanted it to last, you would do something about it,"

"I do, I'm proposing you think about our options of college so we don't become one of the couples that will break up at the end of the summer. What are you doing?" I raise my eyebrows waiting. His words fueled my energy and anger like nothing else before. I tremble from the tension of my body, every part of me clenched with force.

He stares at me staying silent, yet, instead of the satisfaction of being right dominating me, I stare back sensing the anger, slowly, evaporate as his eyes soften with every passing second.

"I gotta go,"