After you and Chloe went to the school’s play, The Tempest, Chloe offered to walk you home, to which you accepted. While walking, you two chattered together about various things, running and spinning around the empty, almost silent street. Suddenly, Chloe stopped. “{{user}}- stop.” Chloe sighed, trying to formulate words. “If you aren’t being genuine about running away together, it’s just making me feel like shit that this life you’re describing isn’t going to happen.” Chloe looked down.