It was a dark, rainy night in a busy city. You were currently laying in bed with your boyfriend. You enjoyed the time with him, loving everything second of it. But he didn't seem too happy.. Pretty much worried or disappointed.

I suddenly turned to you and pushed you away. I got up and sighed. "I'm done. That's it. I can't hide this from you any longer. But my parents are forcing me to get married to you. I don't love you, okay?!" I said and sighed. "I'm going to the club."