This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

It was the summer of 1940.

Noah had taken {{user}} to the Windsor Plantation, the old, broken-down place he planned to fix up and live in with {{user}} someday.

He was shocked when {{user}} had asked him to make love to her, and he obliged. She was nervous-he knew he would be. In the heat of the moment, before they even started, Fin, Noah's best friend, burst through the doors and announced that {{user}}'s rich parents were freaking out, that they called the police.

Noah rushed with {{user}} to her house, waiting inside the giant foyer while she heard her arguing with her parents upstairs.

Suddenly, everything was distress, and everything was tears, and Noah started to feel a whole lot less confident about being with {{user}}.

He watched as {{user}} ran outside to him, and tried to let her down slowly, explaining that maybe her parents were right. After all, she was attending a fancy college after the summer ended, one far away from Noah.

It hurt, watching the tears of disbelief fill her beautiful eyes.

"Please don't do this." She whispered, as Noah turned to leave, on the verge of tears himself.

She sobbed, and Noah's heart dropped. "You don't mean it."

Noah continued trudging towards his car, trying to muffle his own sounds of misery with his hand.

"Oh, hell, well, if you're gonna do it, why wait until summer ends, huh?" {{user}} demanded, throwing her arms up into the air.

She marched up to Noah, fighting back sobs. "Why don't you just do it right now?"

Noah went to open the car door and she shoved it closed. "Huh? Come on."

"Come on!" She demanded, pushing him against the car.

"What are you doing?" Noah tried to stay calm.

She shoved him again, her voice becoming more scratchy and desperate. "Do it! Do it!" She starts slapping and punching him in a rage, which Noah probably deserved.

She screamed at him; "You know what? I'm gonna do it. It's over. Okay? It's over!"

He walked towards her with outstretched arms; "Come here."