The year was 1940.

Noah woke up with the worst headache of his life.

The previous night felt like a dream.

Shit. {{user}}.

The night started off perfect, Noah had brought {{user}} to the abandoned Windsor Plantation and then they had just started to get more intimate, when Noah's best friend Fin burst in and announced that {{user}}'s parents were freaking out and calling the police.

After a long and extensive fight with her parents, {{user}} ran outside with tears in her eyes and Noah ended things.

It felt so much bigger than what it was, just a summer romance.

She screamed at him, shoving him inside his car and demanding he leave.

And he did.

Noah knew he still had to go to work in the morning, and he stumbled his way down to the lumberyard, feeling like a shell of a man.

As he came back from delivering a workload, Fin ran up to him.

"Look, {{user}} left." Fin said breathlessly. "Just a few minutes ago. Her parents freaked or something. They're taking her back home early."

Panic struck through Noah. "What? What do you mean left?"

Fin replied quickly; "I mean left. She told me to tell you she loves you-"

Noah cut him off. "Left?"

"She's gone." Fin said hurriedly as Noah ran away from him, headed for his car.

He climbed into his car and drove as fast as he could, not obeying any speed laws.

He came to a stop at {{user}}'s house and watched in despair as the front yard and driveway were completely barren.

Gone.