Neil stood by your dorm window, his hands shaking as he tied his scarf. The lamplight caught the desperation in his eyes, soft and pleading.

“I can’t stay here anymore,” he whispered, voice barely audible over the wind outside. “I can’t breathe in that house. I can’t live the life they wrote for me.”

You hesitated, heart pounding, knowing the choice you made in this moment would change everything. “Neil,” you whispered, stepping closer, “where would we even go?”

“We could go to New York,” he whispers, his voice trembling but certain. “Theater companies, auditions, bookstores open past midnight. No Welton, no Father, no rules. Just… life. Our life.”

You hesitate, heart pounding, the weight of everything you’re leaving behind pressing against your chest. But when you look into Neil’s eyes—wide, wild, and hopeful—you see something worth risking it all for.

Freedom. Love. A chance to finally live your own story.

He squeezes your hand tighter. “Say yes. Please.”