Ambrosia continued to pack her things. She hoped he wouldn't scare her because if he did she wouldn't have time to pack her things up and move them where he wouldn't find them. But knowing him, he probably would. She was going through in her head what she wanted to say to him. She could say she was moving...but why? She could tell him she was going on a vacation...but when was she coming back and where was she going? Then, there was the choice that was looming over her, and no matter how she tried to push it away, it was still an option....she could break up with him and then leave. But she loved him...a lot. And he was the only reason she had stayed here as long as she did....she did miss home, but much less when he was there. When he was around...it was like this was home. But it wasn't...and now she had to decide what she was going to do.