It was slow at first. She seemed distracted But it worsened. He heard her sneak out every night. He watched as they walked hand in hand down the halls. There was nothing he could do about it. Even the pranks weren't working. He sat on the roof every night. And watched her crawl out her window. Onto the tree they sat in only months ago. All he can think about it what he should've done. How he should've made her stay. How he should've told her how he felt. But he didn't. He spent months like that, watching her and him together. His heart broke every time he saw her. After a while the silent tears stopped rolling down his face. He was indifferent no longer caring. He watched as he was replaced with another blonde boy. He watched as he was put in her world. He watched as the girl he loved since he was eleven, slipped right through his fingers.

When she came home crying that winter night. Her face wet with tears that were slowly freezing. He was the first there. He though he had a chance. He thought maybe, just maybe she would like him back. But when she announced that she was moving to New York a week later. He was stunned. He tried to talk but she wouldn't let him. Still too heart broken by the blonde boy. She packed up her things and was gone in less than a month.

"I just need to leave this place," she said with tears in her eyes. "I need to leave these memories."

She hugged them all goodbye. Even Elvis. But when it came to him the hug was stiff, unnatural. It was as if neither of them knew what to do.

"Don't worry, I'll visit ALL the time. You won't even know I left,"

She kept her promise