Jessica’s P.O.V.
I was staring at the suitcase that was lying on top of the bed. All of my belongings were in there, just like they had always been. Only now, I felt torn. When in the past I used to be stoked to go away on trips. To see other parts of the world, to get into the unknown. And now, the unknown scared the hell out of me. Because I knew that deep down, this time, leaving had a far deeper meaning to it. This wasn’t just us packing a bag to go on a trip because we needed to go to a wedding and have a fun time. No, this was our timeslot… and time was running out for me to make a decision. Derek wanted an answer out of me, an honest answer, the answer that would decide both of our fates, both of our futures. If I closed this suitcase, and we went to this wedding, I had two options
