You lifted up the suitcase, knuckles turning white as you tried to prevent yourself from crying.
“You can’t leave, Y/N.” Tate whimpered from the threshold, watching your every move.
“Tate, I have to make something of my life. You can’t expect me to waste the rest of my life.”
“You’re being selfish.”
“I’m being selfish? You’re the one trying to stop me from becoming someone.”
“I love you, you’re all I have.”
“And I love you, Tate, but my decision is final.”
You pushed past Tate, running down the stairs, finally the tears escaping your eyes and cascading down your flushed cheeks.
Tate climbed onto your bed, peering out the window. He let out an exasperated sigh as he watched you take a final glance at the house before getting into your car and leaving him behind, leaving to go where he couldn’t follow.