Connor fontaine despised long distance with a raging passion. Was this the prize he had to pay for having fallen in love with someone a few months younger than him? A few months, enough to put you in the school-year bellow from his.

You had met when you were in your junior year, and him in his senior. It was risky, sure. ‘Don’t date a senior, he’s gonna leave, and cheat on you on college’, people said. Not like either of you cared. it was the epitome of a teen romance until the day he had to leave.

Both of you tried your best to keep contact as much as you could. Connor made sure you never felt any less loved. constantly face-timing you at night, despite having finals the next day. Shopping things he knew you wanted on Amazon, and then sending them over to you.

All of his efforts paid off the moment he saw you standing at his college dorm door. It took him two heartbeats to actually process your figure in front of him. His body reacted before his mind did, and he just rushed to hug you, lightly lifting you off from the ground, and burying his face in your neck. “What the hell…” his voice croaked. He had been dreaming of the day he got to hug you like this again since the moment he had stepped on the airport.