We spent the rest of the night in the tent, looking out onto the water. The light reflected off the surface of the river and danced beautifully. The full moon hung in the clear, midnight black sky and a few stars were pushing themselves through the velvety darkness.
Ada was leaning on my chest, her head bobbing slightly with every breath I took. She had fallen asleep lying in my arms, but I didn't mind.
These last few hours I have with her are the most precious things in my life. I know it's dramatic, but it isn't as though my family care, I was only a passing trend they now regret. People at school avoid me, they tell themselves it's because I'm weird, but really they're just scared because they know I can read their body language and practically what they're thinking. I don't fit in anywhere, except with Ada.
She's the only one who's accepted me for who I am. I don't think I'll be able to watch her go. I don't know what I'll do with myself.
I know I am being purely selfish with these thoughts, but I made this happen. I did this to make her happy. As always, I will find something else to fill the void. I managed as much when my family disowned me.
Her father better appreciate what I've done for him, for both of them.
Mind you, I suppose I shall never know what becomes of Ada, how she grows and what sort of life she makes for herself, who she ends up marrying, whether she has kids.
That thought alone almost makes me stop Ada from leaving.
I know that without Ada, I shall simply go my entire life alone, probably become a musician and write many a song about what I could have done to prevent this and to not regret the mistakes I have made in the past - that I'm making now.
I felt Ada move beneath me and she rose.
"Hey there sleepy." I whispered, scared to ruin the beautiful silence. "Are you okay?"
She turned to look at me, her delicate features highlighted by the moonlight, and nodded.
Slowly, I spoke. "So, Ada, I was thinking about when you leave..."