She was too good for him. She was destined to change the world. She decided by her thirteenth birthday she didn't want to role of wife and mother. With him she'd have to cuddle and hold his hand all the time. His confidence was like the leaf clenching to its branch. Any moment it could rip away and be lost in the wind. When they were younger, when it was for fun she didn't mind holding him up. As graduation approached the truth became clear. She was too good for him.

"Nick we need to talk." She pulled him aside from the dress rehearsal. He smiles. She doesn't.

"Sure what's up?" Gently? Straight to the point?

"This isn't going to work." He just stares at her.

"What's not going to work?"

"This. Us. Our relationship is perfect and even perfect is suggestible term, for high school. But behind that we both know it's not going to work."

"Are you breaking up with me Lindsay?"

"Yes. This graduation is a fresh start. We going separate directions and I wish you the be…" She stops as he turns and walks away. The leaf didn't fall. The tree was cut down.