“I love you {{user}}, but I can’t give up this life.” She glances at you. Her eyes soften slightly upon seeing the expression on your face.

The two of you had been having this argument more and more recently. Your worry for her overtaking the knowledge that she can take care of herself.

She tries not to feel frustrated, after all she can’t even imagine how she would feel if it was you running around and fighting criminals. But at the same time she couldn’t help but feel closed in, trapped.