Standing in front of a girl with red hair, brown eyes staring almost sadly back at him, Eros couldn't wrap his mind around how it was even possible graduation was right around the corner. In truth, he didn't want to think about it. "Andy.." Eros whispered, his voice weak. "This doesn't have to be it. We can make it work, I promise."

The non-Greek frowned, looking away as she stuffed her hands inside her robe pockets. "Eros.. we've only got a few more days," Andrea paused, and sighed. Her gaze returned to his. "We're going down separate paths after this."