Moving day.  You pack the few belongings scattered around room 228.  He helps with the things in storage.  Nothing about his attitude suggests he’s unhappy with this change, none of his words suggest he’s having second thoughts.  But you watch him and wonder if those are really your things his practiced hands are unpacking, if it was really your plea that changed his mind.

            You had been gliding effortlessly towards him on a sheet of frozen glass.  Now your ears are ringing with the sound of cracking ice as your new life buckles beneath you.  It won’t hold much longer.