"What?" He murmurs, the annoyance clear in his voice despite having his back turned to her.
"This is our last night together."
She draws her knees up slightly, hands fisting against her chest. The pound of her heart throbs in her ears.
'This is stupid. Like he actually cares.'
'This is stupid. Like he actually cares.' She scolds herself, pursing her lips to hang on to the anger.
Because the sadness is too much to handle.
He sighs, the shared air mattress shaking as he turns. He prods her back, prompting a tear to trail down her cheek.
"It's not even going to be that long. We can talk every day, if you insist."
"It's not even going to be that long. We can talk every day, if you insist." He says, the irritation in his tone softening.
Her head moves up and down, hair obscuring her entire face. 'Quit being a baby.'
His arm comes around her, gently hugging. In a voice rough with emotion, he whispers into the emptied room.
"I'll miss you.
"I'll miss you. But it's going to be okay."
"How do you know?"
"How do you know?" She cries softly, relaxing as he puts his back against hers.
"I just do. Now, shut up and sleep."
"I just do. Now, shut up and sleep." He chides, trying to keep it together for the both of them.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, idiot."
She cries herself to sleep, knowing things will change significantly once he leaves.
He stays awake, listening to her sobs, hating how he has to say goodbye.