Disconsolate

I'm texting Nicola when I ask how the coursework's going, she tells me badly, so badly that she is thinking of dropping out and getting a full time job.
Fair enough.
And going to live near her Dad...
So of course my first question is, 'Where does your Dad live?'
'Cumbria. x' she says.
Since the first moment I met her I have been prepared for this day. I didn't think we'd get into any sort of relationship at first, but when we did I knew it was just too good to be true and it wouldn't be long until something jumped out of the shadows and took me out at the kneecaps.
Apparently she's already applied for a live-in job at a hotel, and she really wants to be near her family up there so she has a lot of motivation to move.
Not really much more I can say about this, pretty massive downer for me, and that's that.
Of course I want her to do what she wants to do, but at the same time if she does go it'll break my precious little heart, I've already been through that with one person and I really don't want to go through it all again. She might not even go, it all depends on if they even offer her the job or not, but waiting to find out is something I can look forward to running through my mind every day at work, so it'll be just like the warehouse trauma all over again.
All I can do is make the most of it while I can, the days or weeks that it may be. She's got half term next week and I'm going to see her as much as I can during that, especially as it's been so long since I last got to properly hang out with her.
Goddamn this kills me inside, just as things were starting to really look awesome I am smote by the Emperor, Allah, Shiva or whoever the hell is enjoying tormenting me like this.
Fuck.