A/N DON'T GIVE ME DEADLINES PEOPLE. Life lesson right there. I procrastinate. A lot. I'll be sitting on the couch getting some yummy deliciousness up in my face when I see it: oh crap, I have 47 pages of math to do in 24 days! So what do I do? It's like when I study. I cram sesh like a boss, I'm writing 1234567890 and x and y and I don't even know what I'm doing but I'm making it look like I do. And when I write fanfiction? I have to write everything else before. Every chapter, every authors note, which will take many months. If you want me to write as I go, have fun checking for updates, because those babies would be every few months because I am TERRIBLE with deadlines. See I'm stalling right now. Point is, it's 0438, and I'm writing this. Enjoy. Actually I lied, I fell asleep aster writing that so now it's 2238 and I'm barely a quarter of the way done. Okay now enjoy... Hopefully? Nope school starts tomorrow and I ain't done shit of that math and this isn't finished. ok this is finished but the math eh nope here enjoy this while i flip out and attempt to do 47 pages of math before tomorrow.
"This is it, isn't it?" Patricia whispered, a pained look on her face, Eddie's arms wrapped around her waist sweetly. She was standing on her toes, hands draped over his shoulders, being a good few inches shorter than him.
"Yeah," Eddie nodded sadly, seeing tears form in her eyes. His thumb wiped away a teardrop as it ran down her face.
"Just promise me this isn't goodbye, Weasel," she laughed, smiling slightly.
"I love you," he said gently, his hand holding her cheek. She stared at him blankly, and, shutting her eyes briefly, took a deep breath to regain her composure. She couldn't help blushing a little bit as she smiled.
"I love you too."
"This isn't goodbye, okay? I promise; no matter how far apart we are, we'll make it work. And when we're done with college, I swear I'll come straight to find you. I'm not letting you go this time."
"Eddie... I..." she stammered, unsure what to say after seeing that sensitive side of him, "I'm really gonna miss you," she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder gently, "Look, my mom always used to tell me, 'if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it's yours, if it doesn't, it was never meant to be' and I know it's cliché but I always take her advice because she's my mom and I trust her and... I guess what I'm trying to say is I think it's best if we..." she stopped, unsure how to say her feelings.
"Patricia, I am NOT leaving you. Not now. Not ever."
"I'm so sorry," she sighed solemnly, hugging him tightly, "I just can't do this. It's too hard."
"How?"
"How? It's too hard. It's too hard to be so far apart from you, not being able to hear you call me stupid names every day... kissing you... And I know that every time I hear your voice over the phone, I'd just break down and cry. That's how," Patricia admitted, hugging Eddie again, "I just don't want to let you go."
"So don't."