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"Trynna Escape the world too?" Such an arbitrary thing to say and yet it just tumbled out of my mouth.

His chocolate brown eyes latch onto mine and he refuses to let go. It’s almost as if he’s searching for something in my eyes. Then just as suddenly as he latched on, he looks away. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand though his hair while raising the bottle in defeat.

"Something like that. And you?" He doesn’t look me in the eye as he speaks.

"Something like that." I repeat. "However, I find it best not too run to the bottom of a bottle." This is not my place, let it go! But he’s the one to keep it going this time.

"And I find it best not to chain myself to someone else's world." He retorts.

"Fair enough." I say and carry on with my reading, twirling my pencil in my fingers until I need it. I thought that would be the end of this strange encounter but Aidan had other plans. He stared down at my book.

"I don't know how you feel that is enough to truly escape." He shakes his head at my method.

"I find it a bit more lasting than drinking. Other than that they are pretty much the same. They both leave you broken at the end of the experience. But at least you can take something away from reading." He scoffs at my words.

"What could you possibly take away from reading?" He spits. "How on earth can it help you escape like drinking or drugs can?"

"Close your eyes." I challenge. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that he had nothing better to do but to my surprise he closes his eyes with only a minor eye roll. I take a deep breath and begin reading the words I love all too much.

"After all these years, she finally got her wish. A huge smile spread across her face as she looked at him with nothing but joy and exitment. So many emotions passed across her face and his heart felt as if it would explode into the millions of sparks she wished so hard to see. He would do anything for her.

She turned to the pitch black sky, not a star in sight, and waited. The air was thick with anticipation as she waited for the only form of hope she held onto as a slave. She waited for the only thing she ever wanted to see in real life while she waited behind bars. She felt the only things she wanted to feel when all she was used to feeling was forced.

She was here and that is all that mattered to him.

The love of her life saved her and she could never show him how much that meant to her and that was all that mattered.

But here, in the dark, with the wait, all that mattered was their love.

She was looking up at the sky and he was looking at her and just when he thought he couldn't get any happier, he did because she did.

The dark sky exploded with light. Small sparks flying every where, igniting the sky, igniting the world. Igniting her. There was nothing humanely possible to show what she felt at that moment so she simply stared at the sky, at her freedom and smiled.

And for him. This was enough. Enough to fill his soul for eternity. Enough to make him fall into the endless wells of love for her.

He couldn't help but look up at what made her so happy and she couldn't help but look to him. Her world, her everything. The person she loved with no limits. This would always be the memory she held of him. The one she would take to her dying breath.

He was so caught up in the moment he hadn't realised what else was around them. He took his eyes off her for one minute and before he realised, Sergio had taken a knife across her throat. Her blood dripped from her body. The light in her eyes slowly dimming. And just like that, those few moments, where gone. She died."

Smashing glass forces me out of my bubble and I stop reading. Aidan dropped the bottle and there is glass everywhere. Tears streaming down his face. I jump up and cup his face in my hands.

"What's wrong?" Panick laces my words. He opens his pretty eyes and looks deeply troubled.

"How could she just die?" He whispers. I sigh in relief that that's all it is and he didn't get bad news through his pack mind link. "She was free. They were together. Everything was perfect. How could she die? What happened to happy endings?" He starts getting angry and grabs my shoulders with each of his calloused warm hands.

"Well, the story only works if she dies. It's not fair, but it's life." I say softly. Just then the bell to signal the start of our last lesson sounds.

"That's not good enough that can't be the end." He protests and shakes me slightly. "You have to keep reading!" He lets go of my and leans down to grab my book. He slams it into my hands.

"I can't keep reading. We have to go now. And we still have to clean all this glass on the floor." I say sternly.

"I have to know what happens next!" He says softly but sternly. I sigh and before I know what I'm doing, I say something that will change my life forever.

"Fine. Meet me in the library after school. We'll sort something out then." The grin on his face at my words is the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life. "Look who's chained to someone else's world now." I huff a laugh at how just one simple extract can change someone's view, forever.