In the span of a week, my demeanor pertaining to the move changed. 

I felt something almost akin to excitement. I understood that I was leaving my home, my friends, my dad. At the same time, I was happy for that. 

I would miss these things, some more than others, but it would be good for me to start over. 

No more environment that reminded me of the beatings I'd gotten from my peers my whole life. 

No more tension between Clay, despite me still loving him. 

No more Dad. 

I would be moving back to my home country. 

When these feelings first came about, I was able to forget about my growing hunger. I packed my room up in a day, knowing that most of my time would be spent out with my friends. 

In the next month and a half, I helped my family to pack up the rest of the house to the loud cries and protests of Eve. She had never moved before, so this was all new and saddening for her. 

Especially since Lavender would be staying for college. 

Lavender and Eve have always been inseparable. Lavender was the younger's role model and play-buddy. And now Eve would have to leave her. 

It was now November 18th. 

We left in two days. 

It was Friday and we would be leaving first thing on Monday. My friends decided that tomorrow was going to be dedicated to all of us getting closure and overall just having a ball. 

Karl, Nick, and Alex all wanted to give me Sunday to rest before the flight. 

Clay had different plans. He slid me a note in last period today telling me that he had something to show me on Sunday evening. 

I ran to catch up to him after class and talk to him about it. 

"Clay! Wait up! What do you mean you have something to show me. I have a  flight impossibly early the next day and you want to take me out somewhere in the evening?" I'm smiling like an idiot though I tried to remain serious through my scolding. 

He smiled too. "Oh, but my dear Georgie. This is very important. And I promise to not have you gone late so that you can sleep enough before your flight."

I had nothing to say, and it seemed that neither did he continued smiling at me too. We soon fell into silent steps beside each other as we began the trek home. 

He dropped me off at my house about 20 minutes later, giving me a small kiss on my cheek, causing me to blush. I'm not sure he knows what he does to me. 

He waved me off as he walked away, both of us descending from our high of euphoria caused by the mere silence of comfort we created by just being together. 

I walked into the house, dropping my bag onto the floor and walking into the kitchen where I took out a yogurt. After being with Clay, I always felt a lot better about myself. If he would spend that much time with me, he didnt think I was fat. He wouldn't want to be seen with me if i was. I could have a small yogurt. It was only 20 calories anyway. It should be fine. 

Before I could eat it, however, the doorbell rang. 

Sighing, I set down my snack and make my way back to the front of the house. 

Standing outside on my porch is Karl who is crying hysterically. 

"George!" he exclaims as he collapses into my arms in a hug. 

"Karl! What's wrong? Come inside." I lead my friend to the couch, sitting him down, still holding him in my embrace. I was so confused. Did he and his boyfriends get into a fight? 

"Karl, can you tell me what's wrong?" I ask again. 

"Y-you'll b-b-be l-leav-ving in t-two d-days. A-and I... I-I don't know w-when I-I'll see y-you ag-ain." he said, burying his face into my shoulder. 

"We can keep this a long-distance thing. You guys can call whenever. We just have to get the time-difference in order. We have our group chat that we can check and leave messages in any time. Social medias to keep up on other people's lives. Do I have to explain the importance and use of phones further?" I ask, causing him to chuckle. 

I spend the rest of the day with Karl, playing Minecraft and GTA late into the night. 

I wondered, though if the rest of my friends felt the same way as Karl. The thought of it made my stomach twist with guilt at being somewhat excited for the move. 

That yogurt didn't seem all too appetizing anymore.