I didn't want to make the choice.
On one hand, she was the love of my life, the best thing that had ever happened to me, and all those other clichés one spouts when they find that mythical 'one'.
But in the other hand, my parents had sacrificed so much to give me the best start in life they could. They truly lived me, and shouldn't I respect their views about her?
Like I said, I didn't want to have to make the choice.
So she decided to take matters into her own hands.
She's due for parole in fifteen.