It was perhaps the second week of November when Eva left for a weekend to stay at her mom's.
I stood in front of her house on Friday afternoon, still unwilling to say goodbye to her.
"It's just for a weekend, Zack," she said gently. "I'm thirty minutes away." The wind was picking up wisps of her blonde hair, and I tucked a strand behind her ear.
"I know," I said, pulling her into my arms and burying my face in the crook of her neck. "Still." I kissed her collarbone.
"My mom's watching us," she giggled.
"Who cares?" I said, kissing her again.
She pulled away slightly. "Zack," she said, "We still haven't figured everything out yet. I just…" Her voice failed her for a moment. "I'm really sorry, Zack, I just don't want you to get your hopes up, okay?"
I nodded. "I'm going to miss you, a
