In summer, she kissed a boy.
He was intriguing.
He tasted like cigarettes and reeked of alcohol.

In the state of intoxication, he always told her I love you.
She knew just how much meaningless it was.

She wanted to leave,
She tried to.

But, he would hurt himself.
He threatened he would kill himself if she ever left him.

She was beyond terrified.

She knew she had to compromise once again, and this time it was going to be her freedom.