Marcus
Rebecca's voice is calm when she says it.
"We already live far away from each other anyway."
The practiced tone of someone trying to sound unbothered. She's trying to make it easier for me.
And I hate it.
I study her face in the dim light. The ceiling catches the shadows, her profile etched in quiet disappointment, her lips just slightly parted like she's trying to convince herself this isn't a big deal.
I want to tell her it will fly by. That I'll be back before she can miss me. That it's just a month.
But the truth is, I already miss her. And I haven't even left yet.
"I don't want this to feel like distance," I murmur, my thumb still tracing lazy circles on her hand. "I don't want it to change anything."
Rebecca turns to face me then. Her eyes, wide and unreadable, lock on mine.
"We don't have a choice," she says. "But…I'm sure…I'm sure we will talk to each other on the phone or video chat. Won't we?"
