Smashed Into Pieces

We're sitting on my bed, both nervous, both scared of what the other will say. Alex looks at his hands rubbing them together nervously, my heart is pounding 10 times faster. I'm nervous what he'll say, what there will come out when he opens his mouth to speak. He looks at me gulping then sigh.
“Look kiddo.. I uh... goddamnit this is hard to say” he breaths out. I gulps getting tears in my knowing what it might be. He either found a prettier girl or he's breaking up with me 'Coz he's going home in a couple of days. I'm holding on the last. I knew he couldn't keep his promise, he shouldn't have promised it. I look up at him feeling my hard break into million pieces, and my tongue is dry. I couch as the words tremble through my lips.

“Why don't you just say it as it is?” he looks at me then nods slightly. I sigh closing my eyes waiting for the words.

“I think..uh..I can't keep the things the way they are.. I love you, I really do, but.. in 4 days I'm going back to England, and you're living here.. “ he gulps slightly.

“I just.. I can't keep this up. You either come with me or we have to end this!” I look up at him. He can't be serious! Either go with him or it's over, wtf! You can't say something like that, how in the world can I make a decision whether I'll go with the man I love, or stay in the nation I care about?!