“Hey.” Ellie says, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to turn your back on her. She hates this. She hates feeling like she’s losing you. You’ve been giving her the silent treatment ever since Tommy came earlier, telling Ellie about Abby’s whereabouts. Shortly after Tommy left, you saw Ellie pack her things. At this point, you knew she was leaving. You knew she was leaving you.

“I love you—“