I've faced worse, and I'll face this too

Amethyst sat on the edge of her bed, the room cloaked in the soft darkness of the night. She felt like this was all her dream—no, a nightmare.

The hum of the city outside was distant, almost dreamlike, as she stared at the packed suitcase by the door. She couldn't help but feel the weight of tomorrow pressing down on her, making her chest tight with a mix of emotions she could barely contain.

Sure, she doesn't want to get married. However, if this is the last chance to make her mother and aunt feel safe and free, then she'll do it. She'll do it even if it will cause her freedom.

Well, that's not the only reason. One of the things that Amethyst is holding on to are Dylan's last words. Yes, it hurts, but if this is the only way, then maybe that's okay. Amethyst has gaslighted herself many times just to cheer herself up because, otherwise, she would have run off with her mother and aunt a long time ago.

Maybe also, at this time, they are wanted, and they are like criminals being pursued