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Calum watched her expression as the tears filled her eyes.Ā Getting over it didnāt mean forgetting it, it just meant reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that wouldnāt destroy him. And in that moment the idea of getting over it was unimaginable. It felt impossible, inconceivable, unthinkable. He didnāt want to get over it. Why should he? It was literally all he had. But this would be good for her. So unimaginably good for her. He could only imagine the kind of experiences sheād have in New York. The same place heād always dreamed of ending up with her. When she said okay he offered her a sad smile. Tears stained his cheeks as he reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his arms. Just because they were over didnāt mean he could handle not having her in his arms one last time.Ā āYou know youāre going to be so good at this.ā He whispered quietly into her ear. His hold tightening slightly as the smell of her shampoo filled his nose, a scent he never wanted to let go of as he clung to her silently.
Monicaās heart was racing by the time Calum pulled her into his chest, nearly collapsing against him as she felt more tears falling from her eyes. She was so scared of leaving, scared of who she was without him, and scared of the world out there. She hadnāt had to deal much with the world after her dad died, she just kept herself busy with camp and then moving to Dayton and life here. She didnāt know what to do now, but she knew she had to go forward. She clung to Calum, hands grabbing his shirt as she kept herself close to him.Ā āIām scared,ā she admitted softly, sniffling.














