I take his hand and run through the trees.

"Woah! Melody! Wait, where are we going?"

I don't stop running and keep quiet. He will love this, I know he will. We've always had our best moments in the most amazing places. Our first kiss was at a beautiful park in our hometown, our best kiss was out on an arctic pier, and now here will be... who knows?

"Here," I pant and put my hands on my knees. I lean down and breath hard, and Zach puts a hand on my back. I look up at his georgeous brown eyes, almost black, and he pulls me in a hug. He whispers sweet words in my ear and kisses it gently. I gleam in his embrace, and he must tell.

"First time you haven't cried on a sort of date," he mutters under his breath.

"I heard that!" I exclaim.

I push out of our hug to look at him. There's a hint of laughter, but a bit of playfulness. I fluff his messy dark brown hair, until it looks just right.

"There."

He laughs and holds my face. A delightful kiss follows, and I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He puts his hands around my waist, and our bodies are the closest they've ever been. His usual smile isn't there once we release.

"What Zach?"

"Nothing." he says with his eyes distracted on a thought.

I find a solid rock and sit on it, and tell him to sit with me. I have to repeat myself so he can hear me, and he finally, slowly, sits with me.

"Zach. What's wrong?"

He sighs and strokes my cheek, avoiding the question.

"You know that job I applied for?"

"Yeah... what about it?"

"Well, I got it-"

"Oh my gosh! Zach! That's amazing!"

He smiles sadly but I don't notice. I kiss his face until the tears become salty. I realize he's crying. Zach is... crying?

"Zach?"

"Oh Melody," he hugs me tight, like this is our last moment.

"Melody, it's in Utah."

We both are crying into eachother, holding tighter by the seconds. He kisses my lips a thousand times, sad kisses. The wind blows, adding onto the harsh emotions.

"So," I start to say.

"So." he cries.

"When... when do you-"

"Tuesday."

"But that's tomorrow!"

His cries turn into sobs and I don't know how to react. I've never seen him cry like this, and I don't know what to do. Even though we're best friends, dating, I just sit there stunned. So I kiss his tears, each one falling down at there own pace.

Once they settle down, he looks up at me, and hold my face. He kisses my forehead, and we walk back. Our last kiss is shared in the red tree medow, tears streaming down our face.