Me and my boyfriend George, we were on the run from the Police. Again...
Taking some drugs with us.

I was already tired!

                  Unfortunately this is not the George I met. We were inseparable as children, now we're here... Running away.

                - It's so quiet. What happened?

                - Aren't you tired, George?  

                - From what? 

                - From this life of escapes, drugs, police...

                - Want to get out, Y/n? Want to get out, Y/n?

                - Is not it. It's just... sometimes it's boring. We never settle down somewhere.

                - I know it's hard, but it's what I make a living with, darling.

                 Another silence. We passed by a street where I had lived as a child. With that, a tear was falling and going to my cheek.

                 I was remembering the time when I had no worries and no problems.

              - Dear? Dear?

                 I stared at him, my face streaked with tears.

             - Y/n, I didn't want that, but it was the easiest thing to do.

             - Easy?! It must be really easy, having to flee the police, and possibly even murderers!

             - If you want to get out, I would not care, because you are not obliged to continue like this.

              - I don't want to, because I'm afraid of waking up and finding out that my boyfriend was found dead!- I yelled.

   
               He made an astonished face. I think I overreacted, but I had to. Maybe he got the message.

             - Worse than you're right. I want to get out of this love, but there's nothing to be done.

             - You can try.

             - Ok. For us, I try!

             - I love you, George!  I love you, George!

             -  I love you, Y/n!

Still, it's a risky profession.

"If you jump, I'll jump, remember?"-Jack
Dawson, Titanic.

END...

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