“No one's home,” Sylvie says as she sits on her bed. “We can do whatever we want,” She says with a mischievous grin.

“Yeah,” Taylor says as he scratches the back of his head. “There's something I wanted to talk to you about…” Taylor begins to say, before deciding to sit next to Sylvie.

“What? Is there something wrong?” She asks with a look of frantic worry. Did he find out? Sylvie asks herself, nervousness building in her body.

Taylor looks to Sylvie before deciding to just let it out. “I'm going,” He says simply.

“What?” Sylvie asks in bewilderment. “Where are you going?”

“I'm leaving the city; not sure where yet,” Taylor says before looking to the wall.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me?” Sylvie asks, finding mild relief.

“Yeah,” Taylor replies absent-mindedly. “I'm not sure if we can continue this relationship,” He says before looking back to Sylvie.

Sylvie smiles bitterly. “There's actually something I have to say too,” Sylvie says, reaching out for Taylor's hands.

Taylor receives her hands and holds on tight. “What is it?” He asks.

“I'm leaving too,” She says with a tinge of red on her face. “I've been accepted to a college on the east coast. I'll be leaving in a few weeks.” Sylvie says, her heartbeat racing as she relieved herself of her secret.

“What!?” Taylor suddenly exclaims, letting go of her hands. “You're leaving? Since when?” Taylor asks, some anger in his voice. He didn't know why, but his blood just started boiling.

Sylvie's eyes widen in surprise before they turn into a sharp glare. “Why are you getting so mad!?” She asks, snapping back. “You're also leaving! How long have you been hiding it from me, huh? You're always keeping things from me! And drinking with your friends instead of keeping me company!” She says sharply, on the cusp of letting out all her complaints into verbal abuse.

Throughout their relationship, they have yet to argue, but now that they were separating, all of their built up frustrations began to release, and the pair proceeded to berate each other for each other's flaws.

After a heated argument, Taylor finally couldn't take it anymore. “Fuck it,” He says before grabbing onto Sylvie's waist and giving her a deep kiss.

Sylvie struggled a bit, still in the mood to argue, before she immersed herself in the moment.

Kissing led to the exploration of their hands until even the kisses began to wander to better kept secrets.

As Sylvie's body became more sensitive and her feelings became more vulnerable, she couldn't help but say, “Asshole! You better not leave me!”