Harry and I wake up so much later than we should have, we end up skipping breakfast. I swear, I have never changed so fast in my entire life. I throw on the first pair of jeans I see and grab a t-shirt and jacket; no time for make up.

Harry does the same, and as soon as we are both dressed, we run to the bus that just pulled up. Out of breath and obviously not fully awake, we sit down in our usual seats.

We both take a moment to catch our breath before looking at each other and instantly laughing. “I can’t even imagine how horrible I look.” I really can’t. And I also don’t want to. Not only do I not have any make up on, I barely had time to brush my hair.

“You look beautiful as always.” he tells me before kissing me lightly on the lips. “Good morning, by the way.” It’s amazing how his smile always takes my breath away.

School goes by pretty fast, and before I know it, Harry and I are back at my house.

“It feels so weird to be back here.” I say as I set my books on my bed. “It feels like we haven’t been here in ages.” I go to get some clothes to change into.

As I walk back in the room, I begin to ask Harry what he wants to eat, but I am suddenly interrupted when he wraps his arms around me tightly. “Hello, there.” I say with a laugh.

“I’m making up for not getting a hug this morning.” he says as he tightens his grip. I try to fight to get away for only a moment before realize that there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be.

I nuzzle my head in his chest and breathe him in. “You smell really good.” I tell him once I realize that I have never told him that before. “You don’t smell too bad yourself.” he replies with a smirk.

After kissing a bit, we go eat. And as usual, we do our homework afterwards. And just like every night, 9:00 seems to come way too fast.

“I love you, Megan.” Harry says as we stand at the door, continuing to delay him having to leave.

“I love you.” I reply as I lean in for a kiss.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Harry exclaims before opening the door. “You know that local band I made you listen to?” I laugh. “Yes, I do.”

“Well, them and some other bands and singers are having a concert next Friday! It’s not really big or anything; pretty intimate actually. It’s next Friday. Want to go?”

I could hear the excitement in his voice rise the more he talked. I love it. “Of course!” I reply.

“That’s good, because I already got tickets.”

I initiate a kiss that ends up lasting longer than I planned; not that I’m complaining. I just wish I had known my mother would walk through the door in the middle of it.

“Megan.” she says in an annoyed sing-song voice. We are both very obviously startled and practically jump in the air. “Mother!” I exclaim. “You…you scared me.” I say without really thinking first.

“Then don’t stand by the front door.” she replies.

“I better go.” Harry tells me in a hushed voice. “Yeah…” I reply dragging out the word as I turn to see that my mother has left the room. She’s probably in the kitchen.

I turn back around and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Good night. I love you.” I say.

He does the same in return. “Good night, darling. I love you too.”

He walks out the door, and I watch him from my window. I can’t believe he is mine. I can’t believe how much I love him. Had I always known that it was possible to care about and love another person so much? I don’t think so. It literally amazes me.

“Megan.” I hear my mother say. I turn around to see her smiling. That certainly was a fast mood change. I should be happy about this, but this is my mother.

“Yes?” I ask. “I need to talk to you.” she replies. “I have some news.” And without another word, she starts walking away. I hesitantly follow her, and we end up in her office.
“Sit down, Megan.” she says as she sits down in her big, leather rolling chair behind her desk. I sit down in one of the two seats in front of the desk.

“Like I said, I have some news.”

What the…this is weird. Something is not right. She is legitimately scaring me at this point. What kind of news does she have for me that she wants to tell me in here?

“Just tell me already.” I blurt out. I can’t help it. The suspense is killing me. I just want to know already.

Obviously not happy with my attitude, she rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh. She quickly regains her smile only moments later. “I already know where we will be going next.”

Are you freaking kidding me?

“Where?” I ask irritated.

“It’ll be a great place to take the business next.”

“And you think I care? Just tell me!”

What was suppose to be another irritated reply ended up practically being a scream. I clear my throat during the awkward silence that follows before asking calmly, “Where?”

She gives me one of her, “my child is crazy” looks before finally answering, “Sydney, Australia.”

I feel my heart drop to my stomach. We are moving to the other side of the world.

I don’t know what I expected. A close place maybe? Or even close enough for Harry and I to continue our relationship; possibly even see each other on the weekend? I don’t know.

I swallow the lump in my throat in order to talk. “So, that’s it?” I ask.

It’s only after I ask when I become aware of how scared I am to hear the answer. That can’t be it. She brought me in her office. There is more. And I can’t help but feel like it will be worse.

“As you know, we normally would move around the end of July to the beginning of August…rarely the end of it. The company always worked it out that way so it wouldn’t interfere with you going to school. Well, not this time. This time, we leave in February.”

“What?” I hear myself say the word, but it doesn’t feel like I did.

“We leave February. February 4th, to be exact. But don’t worry about school. I’ve decided you’ll be home schooled not only the rest of this school year, but your senior year as well. You’ve done it before. Plus, not only is it more convenient for traveling, it’ll help you as you begin to get your foot in the door with the business. Being at home for school will give you more time to start going to meetings and all kinds of things like that.”

You know the feeling you get after reading something that broke your heart and literally changed your life the second you read it? The feeling of having your heart instantly shatter into a million little pieces, just as if it were made of fragile glass? When you feel as though the information you just received is so unthinkably horrible and heartbreaking you try to convince yourself it isn’t true; that you’re just dreaming? You think that nothing this bad could possibly ever happen in real life; not to you, anyway. The feeling of having your entire world crash in on you and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it?

That is how I felt.

I want to gain back my composure, but all I can do is continue to stare off in a daze.
“Oh really, Megan. Don’t be so over dramatic.” It wasn’t until that moment that I realized my mother had been trying to get me to respond for a while. It wasn’t until now that my brain had registered it.

She gets up and walks out of the room. I’m still out of it, so I could be wrong, but I swear I hear her mutter under her breath, “So weird.” as she walks out of the door.

I can not move. I can not force myself to move. I sit there for minutes and just think. No crying, just thinking.


Once I manage to drag myself up to my room, I lay down on my bed.

She took me to her office because she wanted to talk about the future of the business, not about my future. She didn’t want to have a talk with her daughter, she wanted to have a meeting with a future colleague.

I am so utterly disgusted and depressed at this point, I am past the point of being able to cry. Instead, I lay on my side and clench a pillow close to me as I feel the hole inside of me grow until it feels as though it could swallow me whole.

I have to end it. I can not keep doing this to him. I love him too much to do that. It is over. It has to be. He needs to start moving on. It’s the only fair thing to do.

At some point, I end up falling asleep. I am not aware of it, though. Not until I wake up in the middle of the night with a tear drenched pillow.