It was September 17th. Grace hadn't seen Felix at school or walking along Postmaster Street. It had been a week since his disappearance, and Grace had started to worry when she couldn't see him through her bedroom window.

Grace had tried everything she could. From throwing stones at Felix's window to annoyingly dinging his doorbell, Grace had done all within her power to try to contact her neighbor.

So, all she could really do was wait.

Meanwhile, in a room with its curtain closed during the day, Felix was standing over his bureau drawers, trying to make all his clothes that fit in five drawers into three duffel bags.
He had decided that day, September 10th, that he would cut all his ties from Grace. There would be no more Felix that lived in a burgundy house on Postmaster Street. He would no longer be Grace Hemsworth's neighbor. He would no longer be her friend.

And if everything worked out, he would no longer love her.

While Felix started on his socks, he stumbled across a small digital photograph. He was rather certain he was the one who took it, as his handwriting was on the back and he didn't appear in the picture itself. But, the most curious thing was the picture's content itself.

On the back, it was titled Grace Full Sun. It was a picture of Grace, at what looked like about a year before, sitting on the sidewalk of Postmaster Street. The sky was dyed in indigo and orange, with both her house and Felix's house letting the sun peek in between them. It was a photograph of a sunset and clouds. Or, perhaps, was it a sunrise? In a beautifully colored clear morning glow, a huge row of clouds, which looked just like a passage arching across the sky. It must be…the passage of clouds. The passage of clouds to heaven.

Felix quickly ripped the photograph to shreds. He then crumpled the shards and balled them up. He tossed the lump of memories into his trashcan. He then exhaled a sigh of relief. One less thing was now holding him back.

He then heard a click. It was most likely Grace, who had been hurling enough rocks at his window for the past week to break his window. Felix, with much restraint, ignored them.

Felix then filled the rest of the first and second duffel bags with boxers and jeans. When he got to the penultimate drawer, second from the bottom, he ran across a piece of paper underneath a white t-shirt. It was a bunch of words, clipped from a myriad number of magazines, lined up together to make up a long sentence.

Remember how you used to suddenly have a friend, and, like snowy moments, the times comes when you feel like it was vanishing like your breath as one warm winter that can suddenly being after a deep, empty, cold, and chilly week?

Felix also crumpled the piece of paper into a ball. It then was thrown with much force into his bedroom wastebasket.

Felix finished his successful stuffing without any more lost memories. Five drawers of clothes now equaled three duffel bags of clothes.

With all his packing done, Felix sat down on his bed. He looked over to his end table that held his reading lamp in place and grabbed a pamphlet. The pamphlet was a chartreuse green and ebony black, detailing the school in a city out-of-state. He could tell it was the high school that would function like an academy: uniforms, dorms with partners, a headmaster, the influence of money, and professors instead of teachers. Was Felix really up to the challenge of that kind of school life?

It didn't really matter to him. He had already chosen this path. Plus his mom already spent forty dollars on the uniform. Expensive stuff.

But, now was the time to resolve everything. If there was one thing he had to confront that he didn't want to confront, it was Grace Hemsworth.

Felix opened his bedroom door and walked to the hallway. He slowly descended the stairs until the carpeted upper floor met the planked ground floor. Felix could smell his mom cooking, some sort of stew, probably as a commemoration for finally not being stubborn and doing what was best for him.

Felix stood about three feet from the front door. He knew Grace was waiting for him on the other side. He knew he had to do this, now or never.

Felix took a pen off a nearby cabinet shelf and scribbled a message on the pamphlet to the school in a city out-of-state. He had a feeling this plan he came up with on the fly would work. Felix took three steps towards the door. Then, he took one giant step, to the point he was about ready to leave.

Grace Hemsworth, on the other hand, was on the outside of the front door of the burgundy house on Postmaster Street. She could feel Felix was on the other side. And she knew he just had to come out and explain himself.

Just then, a small pamphlet slid through underneath the door from the inside. It was green and black and was informing about a school in a city out-of-state.
On the pamphlet, the address was circled and the date, September 17th, was written. The time, eleven p.m. was next to it. And one sentence was written.

Looks like this is goodbye, isn't it?

Felix and Grace stood there, not saying anything, with subtle to real feelings that could have blossomed into something more, if either one would one have the courage to voice those feelings. Was anyone at fault? Or was it their worlds being cruel?

What was appropriate now? Worlds, plural? Or world, singular?