Ruby's point of view
It's seven in the morning on the day I'm going back to England. I'm going home in half an hour, I barely have time to be here but I made an excuse to go out so I could meet Chris on the beach. It's cold at this time in the morning and he's sat on the sand in his jeans and a large hoodie when I get there. He notices me and stands up, brushing the sand off of himself. He looks sad. I look sad. There's a moment where I'm just walking towards him but then he rushes towards me, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Don't go." he whispers.
"Come with me." I whisper back even though I know he can't. Just like he knows I can't stay.
He sighs, not letting go of me. I don't want him to. "I'll be there one day. When I have the money."
"But for how long?" I ask, dismayed as I pull away from him. "A week or two? I'm going to be there for three years. Maybe I shouldn't go back, maybe I should-"
"Don't even suggest it." he shakes his head. "Don't be silly, Rubes, we'll figure it all out."
I nod, taking his hands. "I've gotta go."
He pulls me into another hug and takes a deep breath before kissing me, resting his forehead on mine.
"Go before I start crying." he smiles.
I laugh a little but it feels like I'm gonna cry. "Bye then."
"See you." he kisses me softly and then I'm walking away from him, hoping that he isn't seeing me cry.