There'd been a plan. From the get-go, Z had known - his relationship with Charlie was a doomed one, and yet he'd been unable to help himself. He'd fallen straight down the rabbit hole and he'd fallen hard in love with her, and he still didn't regret it. But.
But there'd been the constant fighting, and the indecision, and the pressure, and the paranoia. All of it had become too much, after a while, and even loving her didn't feel like enough. He couldn't give her what she needed. What she wanted. So they broke up. Which had felt like hell - he'd wandered the school halls like a ghost for weeks, unable to sleep, unwilling to smile. He'd been completely unable to let it go, to let Charlie go.
He had to make a choice, and he had to make a plan. For a guy like him, plans came easy, and putting them together, once he was set, was even simpler. Which was why leaving Mythian behind didn't actually feel like a loss. As glad as he was for the opportunity the school gave him, he had plenty more outside of it, too, and nothing to stop him, now. So he'd handed in his resignation, effective immediately, just a few short days before graduation. He didn't have any classes anymore, wasn't holding anyone up, and it was time to move on.
It was time to give Charlie his everything, if she'd still have him. Which is why, when she waves at him from the other side of the room, he crosses the space between them, practically jogging to her, stopping just feet away, looking down at her.
"Congratulations," he says, softly, before reaching out, a hand framing her cheek gently, and leaning down into a kiss, more tentative than he'd like, more public than he's ever done. He might be too late, it might all be too late, but... He might as well try.
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But there'd been the constant fighting, and the indecision, and the pressure, and the paranoia. All of it had become too much, after a while, and even loving her didn't feel like enough. He couldn't give her what she needed. What she wanted. So they broke up. Which had felt like hell - he'd wandered the school halls like a ghost for weeks, unable to sleep, unwilling to smile. He'd been completely unable to let it go, to let Charlie go.
He had to make a choice, and he had to make a plan. For a guy like him, plans came easy, and putting them together, once he was set, was even simpler. Which was why leaving Mythian behind didn't actually feel like a loss. As glad as he was for the opportunity the school gave him, he had plenty more outside of it, too, and nothing to stop him, now. So he'd handed in his resignation, effective immediately, just a few short days before graduation. He didn't have any classes anymore, wasn't holding anyone up, and it was time to move on.
It was time to give Charlie his everything, if she'd still have him. Which is why, when she waves at him from the other side of the room, he crosses the space between them, practically jogging to her, stopping just feet away, looking down at her.
"Congratulations," he says, softly, before reaching out, a hand framing her cheek gently, and leaning down into a kiss, more tentative than he'd like, more public than he's ever done. He might be too late, it might all be too late, but... He might as well try.