You watch me closely as I work. I can feel your gaze upon me. I will myself to look up into your hazel eyes. You give me a small smile before looking back down at your paper.

“I was thinking,” you say after a minute, laughing at my look of fake shock at that statement. “We should organize a holiday. You know, get away for a bit. Take a break. Lord knows we deserve it.”

“We should visit Loch Ness,” I comment. “I’ve always wanted to see Nessie.” You laugh at the fact that I can’t quite keep my face straight.

Who was to see it coming? It was all so perfect. Why would anything change?

Why would you change?

Why would you leave us? Claiming you’re better than us.

What happened to you there? Was it meant to happen? Did you try to stop it?

We can try to change; it’s already too late,

The heavens above have cemented our fate.