"Run away with me,"

You were in your dressing room inside the hotel, getting ready for your wedding, when Newt crawled inside from the window. He was dressed in a tailored suit, he was invited to the wedding after all, and he stood there, panting.

"You don't love him, Emma, come with me, please," He begged and stepped closer to you, hair a disarray of art and his eyes pleading.

"Run away with me. Please?"