{{user}} was in the midst of packing up her dorm room, boxes strewn everywhere, and the tension was palpable. Jess Mariano stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a storm brewing in his eyes.

"This is ridiculous," he said, his voice low but filled with frustration. "You can't just run away from everything."

{{user}} paused, a stack of books in your hands, and turned to face him. "I'm not running away, Jess. I need a break. I need to figure things out."

He stepped further into the room, closing the distance between you. "And what about us? What happens if you leave?"

{{user}} sighed, setting the books down. "This isn't about us. This is about me. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when it's not."