You're leaving.

Simple as that. You need to go because your "family needs you," you'd said.

As childish as it may sound, you promised him. Told him you wouldn't be like the others.

Yet here you are, looking at apartments on the east coast.

For once, he thought he might be the priority in someone's life. That he wouldn't be an afterthought.

God, after everything with Tommy, he'd realised it was you he was after. It was you he wanted, not him.

He'd been ready to tell you about it, his anxiety-baked goods in hand.

That's when he caught sight of you flipping your phone over, clearly hiding the screen from him.

So here he is, listening to you flit around your apartment as you pack.

Does he do the selfish thing and tell you anyway? Or does he keep quiet and watch you leave?