we've been dating for a couple of months. we both are sophomores in college, and our relationship was very healthy and strong.

one night, I'm at home hanging out with my friends. you had texted me a little while ago asking if you could come over. I told you I was hanging out with my friends, but you still wanted to come over, so of course I let you.

but then i get a call from you, "hello?"

"k-kip,"

"What's wrong?"

"There was a drink driver in front of me, and it was scaring me. I tried to drive around, but then they almost hit me. a-and then another time they hit their brakes and I almost ran into them and th-"

"woah woah woah baby, where are you? are you okay?"

"i-i pulled over. I'm just really shaky,"

I let out a sigh of relief. thank God "Do you want me to come get you?"

"No, it's okay. I'm just gonna calm down and then come over. I'm like 5 minutes away,"

"Okay, I'll be waiting,"

"l-love you,"

"I love you too, baby,"

once I hang up, my friends give me a curious look. "she was just behind a drink driver," I quickly explained before going out on the porch and pulling your location up.