Cameron's small smile faded. He stared at her, feeling the beginnings of his world crumble to the ground. When she held out the transfer papers for him to see, he flinched as if he'd been shocked. In reality, he felt like something had collapsed inside him. He'd been wrong, soccer was all he could count on. He tried to remind himself that Australia was Andie's home and all of her family was there but, he couldn't really hear that part over the voice that was whispering poisonous thoughts in his ear. He looked at her, trying not to glare, and took a deep breath. He relaxed his shoulders, and closed his eyes, taking a minute. He could feel this burning in his chest and his stomach was twisting and rolling. 

"I hope," He started, then shook his head feeling like that wasn't a good way to start. He looked down at his sneakers, struggling, "I'll miss you," He said with a tight smile. He wanted to beg, down on his knees, but he didn't, he wouldn't. If she wanted to go, then she could go. No one was going to stop her. He sighed and turned away, feeling deflated and depressed. His insides were screaming, 'turn around! you won't survive this without her!' but, he did nothing. He kept walking, one foot in front of the other, down the hall, and to the right. His next class. After this class he'd be that much closer to soccer practice, then he would go home, do his homework, go to sleep. He'd get up the next morning, run before breakfast, eat, shower, go to school and repeat his day again and again and again. He didn't need Andie, she obviously didn't need him, so he'd be fine.