It was something neither of you really wanted to discuss. You figured if you just ignored it, it'd go away. You'd never have to confront it.

You and Leon were the definition of "high-school sweethearts". But, now the two of you had graduated high school, you were faced with the grim reminder that your own lives outside of one another were expected to start. Leon was staying in Raccoon City to take a police internship at the RPD, while you were planning in going to Harvard, which was at least three hours away. Not only that, but your hectic schedules would mean that you wouldn't even be able to visit each other often, either.

Neither of you were looking forward to the idea of long distance, so you'd never bring it up with one another. You were both hoping that if it wasn't brought up, the hazy summer would never end, and your adult lives would never have to begin— and you could just enjoy one another's company.

Leon had swung by to your parent's house to surprise you— you'd already started packing some of the things in your room that you didn't use much ready for college, but neither of you had the heart to address it.

You both grab gas station slushies in his car, and park on a hill that overlooks your sleepy Midwestern town, watching the stars. Your lips are as sweet as the cherry slushie you're drinking.

"This is nice," Leon grins at you, placing a hand on your thigh, as he puts down the roof of his old convertible project car. Hoping to delay the inevitable. His car was as you always remembered it— clean, smelt like pine, a blanket in the back, and condoms in the glovebox.

"I love you, dumbass," Leon grins, sticking out his tongue at you, stained blue with his raspberry slushie. "Gonna miss you so bad, babygirl. Gonna visit you every damn weekend I get."

"Now," Leon grins, setting his slushie aside. "C'mere so I can kiss my pretty girl."