Peter's pov
LJ and I were in our special place. The Corner Cafe Diner. We had been talking about our plans for the future, as college was fast approaching. My girl was the first to speak
"So... I was thinking, and I would love to go to UVA if I get in. Virginia is super far, I know,342.9 miles by car. But their Lit program is amazing, and it's where my parents met... I just feel drawn to it."
I was stunned into silence, gathering my thoughts to respond, and she spoke up
"Well, say something."
I was brought out of my stupor and kissed her
"I'm so so proud and happy for you, Covey. And it's not IF, it's WHEN you get in."
She smiled, her face scrunching up in such a cute way
"Thank you."
I then went on
"And the distance? We can go the distance, Covey. We can make it, together. One day at a time."
She kissed me in gratitude, then asked
"So, what are your plans?"
I hugged her to me and replied
"NYPD. Always has been my plan, always will be."
Her body went tense, her face in a pained and shocked expression
"Peter, you can't. It's so dangerous! Your family has gone through so much already, and given so much already to the city. You've lost Betty, Mary, Joe, Linda... So many people in your family have nearly died, gotten taken, shot, been targeted, just for being NYPD or even just Reagans. Your Aunt was taken from you all for over two decades! And then there's my Mom, who I lost as a little girl to a concussion... We can't lose you, Peter. I can't lose you. And after Mano Sangriento nearly killed you with fentanyl... Are you sure this is a good idea?"
By then she was crying, silent tears streaming down her face. I wiped them away with my thumbs, kissing her again
"Everything will be fine, Covey. I promise you. But the Academy has been my dream for the longest time, for my whole life, as far as I can remember. Like you and UVA, this is something that feels right and that I want and need to do."
Inhaling sharply, she spat back
"Yeah, but there's a difference between me going to another state, and you going six feet below the GROUND, Peter!"
I tried to calm her down again, to no avail. Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, she freed herself from my arms and hastily began to walk away
"I just can't do this right now. We'll talk later, ok? I'll text you."
And with that, she left me, and I groaned. Why. Was. Life. So. Hard?
