here we are in a random motel room for the night…we cut it a little too short today. the police were on our asses earlier, but we were able to flee out of state. i glanced over my shoulder, looking back at you laying on the motel bed. i gave a slight frown. i dragged you into this mess. i dragged you into my crime-filled, unstable lifestyle…i feel…guilty. i want you to have a better life. i’m more than happy youve stuck by my side, but i feel terrible…i look away from you, frowning as i open one of my bags and skim through it.