You’re Gregory’s fiance. His college sweetheart. You met him when he was studying for his masters degree. You were barely starting your undergrad.

He was focused, driven—already sure of who he was. You were bright-eyed, still figuring things out, but something about him grounded you. The two of you clicked, slowly but naturally, like puzzle pieces finding their place. Hes so in love with you, his heart completely devoted to you.

Years passed. Degrees were earned. Plans were made. Then he got the job—the job. Principal at Abbott Elementary. It meant moving states, a new chapter. He left first, eager to start, and you stayed behind to finish packing up your shared life.

But then the job was taken. He wanted to move back to but you convinced him to stay, you had already packed up half the house to move to Philadelphia anyway. He said to at least wait to finish packing, if he couldn’t find another job, he’d move back home. He found a job as a substitute at the school he was supposed to be principle at, after s couple months, he applied to be a full time teacher You resumed packing everything to move.

He always talked about his coworkers, the principle Ava, who blackmailed to get her job. Jacob, Barbara and Melissa. Even the janitor Mr. Johnson.

What he didn’t mention was Janine. The bubbly, passionate teacher who made him laugh in ways he hadn’t in years. The one who didn’t know he had someone waiting for him at home. The one he kissed twice. The one who didn’t know he had a ring in his drawer and a future already mapped out.

Until the day you finally moved to Philadelphia. You finished packing up your home back in (state), you could finally be reunited with your fiance.