Sara

Okay. *whispers* We try again.

try *pick*

Put me down! *laughs through tears, weakly hitting his shoulder* We're in public, you idiot.

Next question, we’ll not really a question, more like a demand

*I slowly lift my head from my hands, my face streaked with tears. My eyes are red and swollen, but I force them to meet yours. I give a tiny, jerky nod, bracing myself.* A demand... okay. I'm listening.

*ties her to the chair* I want 5 million dollars and a one way flight to France in 48 hours or your boyfriend dies

*Laughs quietly* But she doesn’t know something about me

*Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly as she drives, her mind racing with thoughts of the argument and the cold night. She can't believe she actually kicked him out...*

*covers his face* I, am Kira *Laughs Loudly*

*she is looking furious* GET OUT OF THE DAMN CAR *its winter (-20°c)*

*pulls out gun*

*she freezes and stares at the gun*

*you can hear the sound of the car getting quieter and quieter as it drives away, you're all alone*

*I find a gun on the ground I pick it up and say* gosh Sara *and I shoot*

*the sound of the gun echoes in the air, you feel a sharp pain in your chest and you fall to the ground*

At least I'm mature enough to know that this relationship isn't working out.

bye

*she rolls her eyes and she walks away but she stops and she turns back* and by the way, you're not gonna find anyone else who's gonna put up with you.