One that Has the Potential to be the Ending

Sailor pulled up to the house and cut her lights. She sat that in the car for a few seconds collecting her breath and trying to stop her heart, she looked at the clock on the dash, four in the morning. Sailor got out of the car and walked to the door. If it's locked, she thought, then I should just leave. He won't care anymore. Sailor put her hand on the knob and turned, the door opened. The door creaked softly and the figure stirred a little in the darkness but did not wake. Sailor walked over to his bed, kicked her shoes off, pushed his legs to the side and laid down at the foot of it. 

Sailor awoke to find the blonde boy laying down across from her, looking into her eyes. "Sailor, what are you doing here?" Sailor looked at him for a moment, and finally spoke. "I choose you."