Ava’s POV
Leaving Andrew was harder than I thought. I stood by the door, suitcase in hand, and watched as his face softened with concern. We had been inseparable since his proposal, and now, the idea of going across the ocean without him felt wrong. I hadn’t realized how attached I had become, how much I craved his presence beside me in every moment.
“You’ll be fine, Ava,” Andrew said, stepping forward to kiss me on the forehead. His touch was warm, comforting. “It’s just a few days. You’ll handle everything perfectly, like you always do.”
“I know, I know.” I forced a smile, trying to convince myself as much as him. “It’s just… I’m not used to being away from you. Not like this.”
Andrew chuckled softly. “Ava, nervous? I didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”
I rolled my eyes, but deep do
