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Denise's life was carefully planned. She ended her life as a high school senior with two best friends, Emily and Sarah, and a gorgeous lover, Alex.
Since their first year together, they had been inseparable, and Denise couldn't fathom her life without them.
Denise felt proud and successful as she walked through her school's hallways. Her cheer squad, of which she was captain, had recently won the state championship. Nothing could pull her down; she was on top of the world. Or so she believed.
Denise expected to see her parents in the kitchen preparing dinner when she arrived home from school.
They were sitting in the living room, though, and they were serious. Her mother patted the couch next to her and said, "Hey, sweetie," then. "We need to talk." Denise believed her heart sank.
Something about it made her uneasy.
"What is it?" she asked, attempting to appear composed. Before her father spoke, her parents exchanged strained glances.
"We're moving to a new town," he declares. "A place called Arazona." Denise's mouth fell open. "What? "Why?" Her parents informed her that they would be relocating to Arazona in two weeks because her dad had a new job there. Denise felt like everything was falling apart.
Everything she had known and loved would have to go. Disappointed, she heard her phone ding as she made her way to her bed. Alex sent me an SMS about it. I write, "Hey, gorgeous," "What's the deal? You appear distressed. Feeling slightly better, Denise grinned.
She valued Alex's generosity and kindness. "I just found out that my parents are moving me to a new town," she said. Alex called her right away, and they spoke about the relocation for hours. After speaking with him, Denise felt somewhat better, but she was still concerned about leaving her life and her friends behind. Denise became aware of how much she would miss Alex while they conversed. After two years of dating, she found it impossible to envision her life without him.
She went on, "I'm going to miss you so much," as tears filled her eyes. "I'll miss you too, baby," Alex replied, but we'll get along. Every day, we will text and talk to each other on Skype.
And as soon as I can, I'll come see you." Feeling slightly better, Denise grinned. She was confident that she and Alex could manage.
However, Denise was about to disconnect when her mother called her. "Denise, we need to talk about something else," she responded. Denise believed her heart sunk.
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