"Why?" you whispered, voice trembling and eyes glossy.

"We have to. They'll come after us."

"Who will come after you?"

"You'll find out in the paper tomorrow." he dismissed.

"I don't want to find out in the paper. I wanna hear it from you!"

He placed a hand on your cheek, speaking softly, "Please, y/n. Don't argue with me. Not now."

You then pulled him into your arms, burying your head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't forget me." you pleaded.

"I could never."