I do know who to call, though. Karl Jacobs.
No answer. Karl, where are you? I need you.
*buzz* *buzz* KJ is calling *buzz* *buzz*
My savior, I love you. You answered the phone worried. How could you not be? It's 2 am, and your best friend calls you to escape their boyfriend. I told you what happened, and you said you were on your way—my actual savior.
Leaving would be problematic if he wasn't asleep; I hate leaving him, but I love him and want him to fix himself. When I was younger, my mom taught me, "if you ever need to escape, pack all essentials and your key to the place." I packed all my essentials and my key, then wrote a letter for him.
"Dream,
When you see this, you will be mad; you have to understand, though, you are destroying me. I love you, and I want what's best for us, especially you. That means we aren't together until you get some help. I took my essentials and my key; please don't be home when I get my PC. You are my everything, and I hope we see ourselves back together; until then, goodbye, my love.
Love,
Sapnap"
Like that, I wasn't his anymore, and he wasn't mine.
