He just left. He had enough of the town, of the people, of the expectations. And with his father showing up, he knew where he wanted to go.

His only problem was that he just couldn’t tell you. So he didn’t. Just left.

After a week of him being in California, he called you. When you quickly picked up, he was silent. He didn’t dare speak. He didn’t want you to be mad.

You were his person. He was being an asshole, and he knew it.