This was the pivot point. In every romantic storyline Julian had ever read, this was where the protagonist either gave a grand speech or let the love interest walk away to a bittersweet soundtrack.
"Chicago. For the fellowship." She finally looked up, her eyes searching his. "I realized I couldn't leave without knowing if this—whatever this quiet thing we have is—was just in my head." 106_-_Surprise_Christmas_Sex_With_Sister.mp4
Elena let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for three months. "Chicago is a long way away." This was the pivot point
"I’m moving," she said, skipping the greeting. She held a worn copy of Mary Oliver poems like a shield. Julian felt a sharp tug in his chest. "To where?" " she said