Noah

Luna: No, don't bother. *She hangs up the phone and throws it across the room, feeling hurt and betrayed*

*he gets a little angry when she hangs up the phone and he starts to drive home he doesn't understand why she's being so stubborn*

*I tied a rope on the ceiling and hangs my neck*

So what if I say we was all pregnant with your child and you can’t handle all of them

But you only have to choose one

you have to choose one