"It's weird, he only texts me at a certain time." "What's that time?" "3am."

"Three days, Ethan." She whispered. "Three days until I'm supposed to meet the one I'm supposed to be with." "We can make it work." I cry. "That's not how it goes."

"Where do you think you're going?" He growled gripping onto my hand. "You don't own me!" "I didn't say you could leave." He spat.