You sit in your boyfriends exhibit, on the ground with your backs pressed against the sarcophagus. His arm over your shoulder, holding you close.

“What about this?” You ask, shifting the laptop so Ahkmenrah can see. You were currently looking through colleges to apply to, and he was relatively upset at you leaving. “A&M seems nice, doesn’t it?” You ask with a smile, he frowns at you in response.

“Why must you leave, again?” He says, though you both knew that he already knows why.