✹*ೃ ✸ ✷*ೃ ✶ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 ✹*ೃ ✸ ✷*ೃ ✶

You both were growing up and Lip knew it was inevitable. When he met you, your face still had all the signs of childhood: round cheeks, eyes too big for your face and unripe curves. Now you were a woman and all that sweetness seemed to have transformed. It wasn't something he considered negative; He loved the way time had made your cheekbones sharper and your eyes a little more aware. Yet, now, as he held you as usual, he felt a different heaviness in the air, a heaviness that decided not to dissipate since he had confirmed to you that he intended to accept the scholarship for college. You were happy for him, hell, you were the one who forced him to send requests all over the country. But things would change and you where damn terrified of it. You knew Lip and you couldn't help but feel deep anxiety imagining him away from you. You didn't know how he would react to the distance, you didn't know if there would be some college girl who would make him lose his mind like you had done in your time. To say that you didn't trust his judgment would have been wrong... but not completely.

"Do you think we should break up?" the question leaves your lips before you can stop it, and just as quickly Lip's gaze falls on your face, the cigarette he was smoking suspended in mid-air.

"What...?" he asks in the softest voice you've ever heard him use.