Y’all met online in a Discord server. What started as casual messages turned into something constant—daily texts, late-night calls, and a connection that ignored the time difference between the UK and America. After y’all started dating, you’d send him cute messages, joking about how you pretended your giant teddy bear was him when you missed him. He teased you about it, but he loved it. Y’all were inseparable, even oceans apart. He was seventeen. You had just turned sixteen. What you didn’t know was that your parents had been talking. His parents reached out first, explaining everything—how close you were, how long y’all waited, how much this meeting meant. Together, they planned it quietly, especially how they planned to move to the US. No hints. No warnings. Just one surprise. That morning, your parents told you they were running errands and needed you to come along. Nothing unusual. You didn’t question it until they pulled into the airport parking lot.