The red wine in the cup nearly spills as I trip over the steps. I can't help but to laugh hysterically at my pain.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

There's no going back and no way of convincing Seth not to send me away. Tomorrow at this time I'm going to be back in my moms house.

Tomorrow at this time I'm going to be asked so many questions. Tomorrow at this time I'm going to be thousands of miles away from Seth.

Tomorrow at this time I'm going to be crying my eyes out. Tomorrow at this time I'm going to feel an aching pain in my chest because I won't see him in the morning.

The time keeps slipping away and it's inevitable. There's absolutely nothing I can do to stop it. This is going to happen and I can't do anything about it.

I feel so useless and I have to deal with the pain of my heart being ripped out of my chest as I get on that plane.

I walk across the wet grass and take a sip of the wine. After a few cups of it my mind and body has slowly started to relax.

Maybe this is how I'll learn to deal with my sadness. By drinking wine, beer, or anything that'll make me forget at least for a second.

When I hear something move I turn around abruptly. Seth is standing a few feet away from me.

"What're you doing here, Nicole?" He asks. I hide the glass of wine behind me and smile. "Just taking a small walk to relax a bit."

"Are you drinking?" Am I that obvious? "No." I reply trying to sound as convincing as I can. He steps closer to me and I step back. But I'm feeling a bit tipsy so my ankle betrays me and almost makes me fall.

Seth catches me before I fall and I spill the cup of wine. I laugh throwing my head back while his arm is wrapped tightly around my waist.

"You were drinking." He says staring at the cup on the ground and then at me. "I was. I hope you don't mind that I borrowed some of your wine."

"Come on let's get you inside. You're not even supposed to be out here right now. You're supposed to be sleeping."

"How can I sleep when I'm leaving in a few hours? The thought of that takes my sleep away."

He presses his lips together and starts walking while still keeping his arm around me. "Why're you awake, Seth? Shouldn't you be sleeping in your warm bed?"

"I can't sleep." He mumbles. "Well let's stay out here then." I say. He shakes his head no and I pull back. "I want to stay out here. Don't you want to spend time with me?"

"Of course I do but you need to get sleep." He stretches his hand to grab mine. "I told you I'm not sleepy. I'm going to watch the stars. You can go inside if you want."

I lay on the cold wet grass and look up. To my luck there's no stars tonight. They're covered by enormous clouds.

Seth lays beside me. We're so close we're touching each other's shoulders. "There's no stars." I say blankly.

"It's okay." He says. "Wouldn't you rather be inside in your warm bed attempting to sleep?" I ask still at the big blob of darkness.

"No. I'd rather be here with you watching the gray sky." He answers. I slowly turn my head to see him. He's still looking up but then he turns to face me.

When his eyes meet mine I zone out of all my worries. At this moment all I see is Seth and everything revolves around him. It's like I have no troubles and everything is peaceful.

He stretches his hand over and softly caresses my cheek. His touch makes the whole world disappear.

He leans in and presses his lips against mine. Feeling his lips against mine make sparks flow all through my body.

"Why don't we run away?" I suggest as he pulls away from me. "I wish." He simply says. "We could do it, Seth. Just you and I. That's if you're willing to give up all of this."

"I'd give everything up for you my dear but we can't run away." My smile slowly disappears. "Why not? We could do it. Let's go somewhere where no one knows us. We could change our names and start a new life."

"If we do that you have to forget about your family. Have you thought about that? Moving away and getting new identities means you can't get risk getting caught. For that you'd have to cut any connections with your family and friends."

My dreams and the little bit of hope I had in me quickly dies. "You're such a pessimist." I say sadly. "But it's true."

"Even if we were to do that we couldn't run away forever. Eventually one day they'd find us." He adds.

"It just sucks." I say staring back up. "I know." He responds quietly. "It just feels like I've finally found the love of my life and I can't be with him. Not because he doesn't love me or he doesn't want to protect me but because he does. How screwed up is that?"

"If I could go back in time-" I interrupt him before he finishes. "I wouldn't change anything. We met and this is happening for a reason. I know this is just a tough road we're going through but I know we'll see each other again."

I turn to face him again "Or at least I hope so." I whisper. He reaches over and grabs my hand intertwining his fingers against mine.

He holds my hand so, so tight that I feel his pulse beating with mine. It's like the whole world is in my fingertips.

People say you make love by having sex.

We're making love by simply holding our hands.