leighton had just told you she was transferring to mit. you didn’t understand. you wanted to be happy for her, of course you did, but a part of you couldn’t help but feel selfish.

“so you’re moving? to boston?” you ask after a long pause of silence

“yeah, it’s gonna be a great opportunity and-“ you cut her off

“and us?”

“what- what do you mean?” she tries to take a step towards you, but you step back

“what does this mean for us, leighton.” you felt tears form in your eyes

“i’m- i don’t- i don’t know.” she looks at the ground, unable to meet your eyes