“E.J. Please… Think about this,” Chris said from the bed.

“I’ve made up my mind,” I answered as I pushed some more clothing into the bag I was trying to pack.

“But what about us?” I could hear in his voice he was close to tears.

“What about us?” It wasn’t like I didn’t know what was on his mind, but at this stage I could not think about it.

“We. Us. You’re my boyfriend. How on earth are we going to be together if you’re on the other side of the country?” Chris asked again. He stood up from the bed. I was half expecting him to walk out...