A rebel. That's what I was called when I left home at eighteen. I moved as far away from everyone as I could... Including him. Being so close to him and not being allowed to have him was just too painful. It's been three years since I left. I have a new life that is all my own. One that I never knew I was missing. It really should make me happy. But I can't move on until I know for sure... Is it just me or did he feel the same?...