Rocky was leaving in two and a half weeks. The thought kept running through my mind.

I hadn't talked him since his announcement four days ago. It's four days that I'm never getting back; four days that I could have spent just being with him. When he left, everything would change. No more running out the door and seeing him outside. Now it would just be phone calls and occasional visits if we were both home at the same time.

Now, not only would he be two hours away from here, but five hours away from me when I started college.

I arrived at Rocky's door and tried to calm down. I had to apologize from freaking out the other night and if I arrived upset, I would stay upset.

Within a few minutes, Rocky pulled open the door. His eyes studied my face before his features relaxed. I didn't recognize the look on his face.

"I'm glad you stopped by, Adam."

He backed up to let me in, but I didn't step inside yet. I needed to get this out before losing my nerve.

"I'm sorry I screamed at you. I was upset that you had passed your powers on and even more so when Zordon mentioned that you had been thinking about it for a while."

Rocky's jaw tightened. "I should have talked to you about it, but if I didn't say anything then it didn't seem real."

"We all know it will happen eventually, Rocky," I stated. "The rest of us are graduating in five months, we know we're giving the powers up sometime after that."

"I felt weird about giving up the powers without you giving up yours also. We got them at the same time, so I guess I thought we'd give them up together."

My throat tightened at his words, combined with the look in his eyes. They were soft and vulnerable, looking slightly lost. It was a lethal combination on my system.

I cleared my throat to buy myself some time. "I thought the same thing myself; it's why I didn't handle the news well."

He smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Adam, but are you going to come inside or what?"

I was still standing on his front porch! I'd gotten so caught up with Rocky that I'd forgotten where we were. I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Rocky started laughing, too, but not as wildly. "It's really not that funny, dude."

"I know," I gasped. "I feel hysterical."

I stepped inside and Rocky winced as he shut the door.

"How's your back feeling, Rocko?"

"It hurts if I turn or twist too much. It didn't help that I had therapy a couple hours ago."

At my blank look, he shrugged. "I'm getting therapy here until I move. Did you really think I wasn't going to do anything for three weeks?"

I shook my head. I had been so upset at Rocky's other news that I hadn't thought much about his therapy.

We entered the living room and he turned to me wearing an unusually serious look. "I'm glad that you stopped by and gave me a chance to talk. I would have felt horrible if I had left without talking to you again."

I understood what he meant. He had come after me last time, now it was my turn to come to him.

He smiled at me with relief then he stepped closer hesitantly.

I started to retreat but he stopped me. "Don't think," he commanded before wrapping his arms around me.

Gingerly, hoping I wouldn't hurt his back, I wrapped my arms around him and tears stung my eyes when he whispered. "I'm going to miss you so much when I leave."

Then I recognized the expression on his face earlier because it was a feeling that I was experiencing now. It was peace.