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"You're leaving me?" he asks quietly. My heart pounds. Not in a good way. Not in the way it does when he kisses me. It pounds in the way of hurt.
I don't deserve Grey. I only keep hurting him.
My phone dings at just the worst time in the world. I read the text from mom asking me to come home and help her finish packing the things in the garage.
I climb off him and return to my seat.
Grey remains quiet.
I'm so sorry.
"I need to go home," I whisper quietly. He starts the car up and begins driving, the silence deafening me.
I keep my eyes focused out the window, not knowing a single thing to say to make either of us feel better.
'Yeah Grey, I really love you but I'm leaving really, I'm not kidding.' I don't think so.
I'm leaving. It is what it is and I can't control it.
Did he hear the part where I said I love him or..?
"What the fuck did I do to make you leave me?" he suddenly questions as we turn onto my road.
"It's not like that," I answer softly, shaking my head. He pulls into my driveway.
"Then what's it like, Azalea,?" I almost wince when he uses my name.
"I don't have a choice Grey," I tell him quietly.
"Yeah, you don't have a fucking choice, are you fucking with me?"
"Grey, please don't do this," I sigh, rubbing my temple. I can't handle all this stress. I'm about to fake passing out.
"Don't dowhat?Tell you not to fucking leave me?" I don't look at him, knowing he's full-on glaring at me. So, I make a terrible decision and I just get out of the car. I know it's a bad decision when I hear him get out too.
"Don't fucking walk away from me," he grips onto my arm, turning me back around to him.
"What thefuckis this?" he points over to the 'For Sale' sign that has a red 'Sold' painted over it.
"We're leaving," I bite my wobbly lip.
"What?"
"Grey, I don't have a choice-"
"So you're notleavingme leaving, like breaking up?" his eyebrows furrow down and the glare on his face lessens.
"No, I thought you knew that?" my own eyebrows furrow.
"What the fuck? You said you wereleavingme," his jaw tenses.
"I am leaving," I grow more confused.
"Are we both fucking dumb? What the fuck is going on?" he places his hand on his forehead.
"I'm not dumb, you're dumb," I scrunch my nose at him.
"I'm moving to Kentucky," I explain and he grows unhappy again.
