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

It was achingly domestic. The kind of soft that made your heart ache at the thought of leaving. But, you were growing up.

“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.

“UCLA seems nice, doesn’t it?” You ask with a smile, a brightness in your eyes he hasn’t seen in a while. The future was daunting, on the horizon— soon, it would be caving in. You were excited, though, he frowns at you in response.

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