If it's one thing that I've learned in life, it's that you have to avoid the bullshit. And if you're gonna ever learn two things in life, it has to be that avoiding the bullshit is one of the hardest things that you can possibly do. I swear it.

I couldn't avoid the bullshit when my mom died. Or the bullshit when my father promptly remarried. Or when he put my gay ass out the house. Or the bullshit with Layne. These things are just kind of written in stone already.

But there's some bullshit that is predictable. There's moments that lead the bigger moments that can affect other moments.

Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

When I step onto the campus of my university, I feel a jolt of pain in my heart. Layne should be beside me, but instead she's in a hospital fighting for her life, as she has been since February. And yet here I am, moving into a dorm, attending college, doing all the thing she should be doing with me.

The Cali sun beats on me, sweat beading on my neck. I unload my rental truck, courteousy of Karry, carrying box after box up to my dorm, my home for the school year. The campus runs wild with other incoming freshmen and seasoned upperclassmen, anxious to start school. I finish in no time, and begin unpacking. My roommates arrive later, two girls, and I introduce myself before ditching out to the quad.

No more friends. I swear it.

My classic vans touch down on the greenscape and I pause. So much of my time has been spent in a hospital as of late, the outdoors seem foreign to me. I fish out my phone and headphones, hitting shuffle on my playlist. One of the softest songs on there starts playing, and I smile at it's fitting.

"Hey," a dimpled guy with curly brown hair bumps into me and smiles then blushes before running off.

I continue to stroll the campus, people watching. Parents kissing their kids goodbye, older students helping younger ones, grandparents crying, and more somber moments of kids like me-- who moved themselves out alone, and are starting the semester how they probably do most things: Alone.

I find a shaded spot and sit, enjoying the nice day. The chorus starts and my eyes burn.

"Let's move
Goodbye to this place, that we grew attached to
Let's move
Now to a higher place~~~"

A higher place....

My mind starts to go back to how my school year ended. The rush of graduation was absent without her by my side. What even is a higher place? And would it welcome my wayward girlfriend.

"Are you okay?" I look up and see a blue haired girl smiling at me. She's cute, and probably something else I'd ruin potentially.

"I wasn't. But...." my lips form a smooth response on queue, "Now that I've seen you, I'm tons better."

"Cute," she smirks and walks off.

I'm not really into girls. And I'll certainly never fall for one.

But then again--- I've said that before haven't I?

THE END

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I tried giving this book a better ending, and writing it know that I've already written the sequel made that easier. Let me know what y'all think. Thanks for all the votes and reads.

-TheRealestReality