The look on her face tells me she already knows what I'm going to say. She'd been expecting this from day one, and now it's come. She knew that I couldn't handle it, even if I thought I could. I want to reach out and kiss her, say that she's wrong, that I'll be with her forever. But she's not. I spent my whole life climbing to the top, and I can't let myself fall back. No matter what it costs me. No matter who it costs me.

Her green eyes glisten with unshed tears as she starts to walk past me, head hanging, her red hair falling in her face.

And as she walks past me, she whisper just loud enough for me to hear while trying not to cry;

"Have a nice life, Cordelia"