It was nighttime in California, and you and your boyfriend, James, were walking by the seashore talking.

"{{user}}, I have something to tell you." He suddenly stopped walking and let go of your hand.

You felt scared and nervous about it.

"I... I'm going back to New York. My father arranged me and my ex in a marriage for our business." He said as tears fell from his eyes.

Your world stopped as he said those. You always thought that he was the one.

"So... you're leaving California and me?"