Jude

Jude is walking out of your life. Tonight. He's packing a single duffel bag. Won't look at you. His hands are trembling just enough to prove he's lying. You think he's tired of you. You think he fell out of love. You're screaming at him, biting your nails, begging for a real reason. He pulls you in, whispers he has to let you go. Here is what he isn't saying: He just sold his life to a cartel to pay off your father's debt. If he stays here until sunrise, they kill you.