He laughed and grabbed his books. The bell was about to ring on his final day of his senior year. He was young, he was hot, and he was ready to start his college life. Beck Oliver was ready for anything.

The bell rang and the halls were filled. Seniors packing their belongings from their lockers, determined never to set foot in this part of the school again. Then there were freshman, who still looked confused even though they were practically sophomores now.

Beck made his was to his locker. He hadn't opened it all day. There was no reason to because it was the final day and the only thing you learned in class is to not make the teacher angry or they'd have something ignorant to say to you because you 'were old enough to hear it now.'

He pulled open the locker and a small note had fell out. It had his name and a black lipstick kiss on the front.

"Jade," he thought. He didn't see her today, he just assumed that she was going to skip the last day and he'd see her tonight before graduation.

He opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper. He opened it up and read:

Beck,

I wanted to put this into verbal words,

but I couldn't find the strength or ability.

I love you so much, but I cannot keep this

from you anymore. I've been accepted into

the University of Arezzo. I am moving to Italy.

I don't think it would be fair for either of us to have

to deal with a long distance relationship, so I think

this is where I will end it. I am so sorry Beck. I love you

and I want the best for you. This is why I am leaving tonight.

I've already got my diploma and by the time you read this,

I'll probably be on the plane. I am spending the summer here

with my great grandparents. Please move on, and forget about

me because hopefully I'll be able to do that with you.

Just remember me, because I will never fully forget

how great you've treated me. I will miss you like

hell and I want to make sure you miss me too.

Don't miss me too much though. That would be

weird for your new girlfriend.

Don't forget about me, Beck Oliver.

I love you.

-Jade.

He looked at the paper and re-read it's contents to himself. He grunted and felt a tear slide down his cheek.