It was late at night when Love slipped into your apartment, the city lights casting long shadows across her face

“Pack,” she whispered, her voice low but urgent “We’re leaving. Tonight.”

You froze, heart hammering “Leaving? Where… I mean, what about…?”

She cut you off with a finger to your lips “No time for questions. We can’t stay here. Not with him, not with anyone watching. I want you with me. Always.”