~CIANNA~
I'm racing through the house, searching for any sign of Chase. He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to me—a proper goodbye, not through a letter. Suddenly I regret telling him to keep his distance from me.
I shouldn't have done that. I should have given us more time to spend together.
I knock on my mother's door, and a few minutes later, she comes out along with Chase's father. The tears are flowing uncontrollably now, and it's hard for me to keep my composure when all I feel is pain and heartache.
"Where is he?" I scream. "Please, please take me to him. I can't say goodbye to him like this. I just can't."
His father looks conflicted about what to do. I know now that he doesn't want to take me. Did Chase tell him to keep me away? Why would they do this to me? Why didn'
