As we are on the way back for my appointment, Daniel is sitting so close to me, even when the train is moving us apart. Somehow we stay so close. All I can think about is tonight, and my possible chance for getting deported. I don’t mean to show him that I’m mad at the thought, but I just am. He shouts “We are mean to be.” Why does he keep saying that? Finally, I tell him I’m an undocumented immigrant that is being deported tonight, so there is no way we are meant to be. He seems angry, but it’s like he hasn’t even processed the words. Usually fighting in public annoys me, but the only thing that I notice is Daniel. It’s my fault that things went so far with us, and getting his hopes up. “I postponed my appointment because of you.” Daniel shouts. “Wait, how is this my fault?” I exclaim! Daniel and I continue on, and on about a pointless argument, about me not telling him my personal life, when I just met him hours ago! I could not believe how this was my fault. I got so angry I finally walked off, and decided it was time to let go. Instead, I decided to go to my favorite place. Daniel was not going to stop me from going to my favorite museum in New York City. A few minutes later, I’m in my favorite section where all the stars shine, and I feel all the space rocks, and think about fate. This is where I would of taken Daniel.