Until June

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ace is leaving to study abroad for five months. Kristen is having trouble facing their final goodbye.

Submitted: May 23, 2012

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Submitted: May 23, 2012



Kristen stands against the far wall as she quietly watches over the room full of people. Her arms are crossed and she's not focusing on anything in particular, but Ace can tell her mind is busy. It's been a long day and he's spent enough time with others. He makes his way over to her and gently nudges her in the shoulder. She looks up and meets his brown eyes.

"Want to get out of here?" he asks her.

She nods, and he takes her hand as they start toward the door. He says goodbye to a few more people on the way out, and then finally they're outside and alone.

They make their way to a nearby park, walking in a comfortable silence. It's dark and quiet and the stars twinkle overhead. Small mounds of leftover snow line their concrete path. Finally, after a little while, Ace speaks.

"It's getting a bit late," he says softly, squeezing her hand.

"Hmm," she murmurs, looking away.

"And I have a few more things to pack," he goes on. "Some sweatshirts because the weather will be getting colder there, and my-"

"Can we please not talk about it?" she cuts him off.

"Kris," he says, slightly exasperated. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

She doesn't meet his eyes. "Come on," she says, tugging on his hand, "let's just sit for a minute."

Kristen leads him over to a bench and sits down. Ace settles beside her, the icy metal freezing through his thin jeans. The darkness around them makes the trees look thicker, and an old yellow lamppost glows dimly several yards away. She scoots close to him and repositions her hand, holding his snuggly between their laps, fingers tightly intertwined. The heat of their close their bodies warm them.

Kristen lets her head drop onto his shoulder, relishing in the familiar feeling. She closes her eyes and tries to commit the exact contour of her favorite pillow to memory. Without it, she'll never be able to fall asleep at night. She doesn't know how she's going to go without it for five entire months.

She's been blocking it out all day, trying her hardest to pretend it isn't actually happening and that come tomorrow morning he won't be on a plane to Australia and be gone for the longest stretch of time they'll have ever been apart. Just the thought is crumbling down the wall she built to block out her emotions.

She turns her head and presses her forehead against his shoulder, slipping up after such a long day of holding back. He'd gone around saying goodbye to his friends today, a repetitive chorus of I'll miss you's and have a great time! She stood by quietly, knowing she probably had better things to do but not really in the mood to do any of them, and he didn't seem to mind, anyway.

What was months and weeks and then days and now hours has slowly turned into nothing, and she knows this is her last real moment with him for a long, long time.

"Kris?" he says when she doesn't take her face from his shoulder. "Aw, Kristen, don't…don't be…"

"You're going to have a really great time," she says as she pulls away. She takes a deep breath, the air coming out of her mouth in faint wisps.

"I'm going to miss you," he says.

"Between your classes and chasing kangaroos you're not going to have time," she says.

He laughs. "Oh yeah, me and the kangaroos, I'll be sure to tell you all about it."

She smiles slightly, leaning back on his shoulder. "Just be sure not to forget me."

"Don't be stupid," he says. "I love you."

She bites her lip and presses her head against his shoulder again, shutting her eyes. He feels her shutter slightly.

"Kris…" he says, letting go of her hand and turning to wrap his arms around her. She leans into his chest, her hands snaking around his back to hug him.

After a little while she finally pulls away, taking a deep breath. He brings his hands to the sides of her face and gently brushes the tears from her cheeks. She can't help let a sheepish laugh.

"God, I'm a mess," she says, her voice stuffy as she looks up at him through red eyes.

"You're beautiful," he says, wiping away several more tears. "You're going to be okay."

"You're going to be gone half a year," she says.

"Five months is less than that," he says.

"But it'll feel longer."

"There's no convincing you of anything, is there?" he says, smiling slightly, but he pulls her back against him. She buries her face back into his coat.

"Well, at least know that I'm going to miss you a lot," he says into her hair. "I'll be thinking of you every day."

She wants to say "me too" but her throat is clogged and she thinks he knows it already, anyway.

"It really is getting late," he says quietly after a little while.

"I know," she says, her breath in wisps.

They don't move, relishing in the warmth and engraving in their minds the feeling of being in each other's arms. Once they let go, the wait until June begins.

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