Braelie's POV:

I'm running, my dress trailing behind me in the wind. I'm trying to escape the party that my parents hosted. I had originally thought it was for my 17th birthday, but of course, I was wrong. instead, it was a party to celebrate their wealth. and how they had only become wealthier after they forced me to marry a stranger.

now he wasn't much of a stranger. he was actually quite kind to me. but it was the fact that I was forced to marry him, which made me not want to talk to him.

"braelie, come back. let's just talk,"

i kick off my heels to be able to run faster. I don't even bother grabbing them. I look back as you pick them up. you didn't even have to run to try to catch up to me.

tears stream down my face as I run. I couldn't be with you. you were a dangerous person. you hurt people. you killed people. I couldn't be with someone like that. "I won't let you have me!!" I yell.

Cyrus's POV:

"braelie, please! come here!" I yell. at this point, you were gonna hurt yourself.

and right on cue, you trip and fall. I quickly rush forward and put a hand on your back. "Are you okay? did you get hurt?" I ask urgently going to look over your body.