“Crap, crap!” Scout ran down your neighborhood, trying to make it to your house before midnight. He had missed another date after you had warned him you would leave the next time.

He quickly turned the key, swinging the door open. “Baby!?” he calls for you before seeing you on the couch, bags of what he can only assume has your things in it.

“Baby, please. I-they needed me. I swear I was going to come.” You could even face him. Your eyes were trained on a TV that wasn’t even on.

“Please.”