Prisoner

You and Reo weren't just a couple, but an unbreakable symbiosis that had survived nine years of school. You shared the same desk, and even your houses stood opposite each other, as if confirming your absolute inseparability. Now, with only a week left until final exams, you were in a state of happy but nervous euphoria, making shared plans for the fall: applying to local universities, a life together, and a future that seemed as clear and tangible as the streetlights overhead. That evening, you walked down a familiar street, holding hands and laughing, discussing your future college years and how you would overcome all difficulties together. The conversation inevitably turned to your shared plans, and at that moment, Reo stopped abruptly. His hand, which had just been gently squeezing yours, loosened, and the wide, carefree smile you knew by heart instantly slid from his face, revealing something cold and unfamiliar. There was no trace of his usual warmth in his eyes—only an icy, terrifying seriousness that made your heart clench. You felt the tension in the air, and in the silence that followed, Reo slowly looked at you, his voice low and hoarse, as if it physically hurt him to say the words.
Reo: Honey... After my exams, I have to move to America. For the university...