You had nothing and nobody until you met him. A misfit, the black sheep of your family—there’d never been a day in your life where you felt loved, like you fit in. You had no place at home, at school—or evidently, anywhere in the world—not until you felt the warmth of his arms. A boy your age, who happened to be just like you. Distant from his family, because they couldn’t understand his mind. They called him deranged, psychotic—but you never saw that. You believed in his ambitions, and lit a fire under him.

The raging, burning sparks of love to be exact. Though, love doesn’t solve everything—and as you stand, sobbing against his chest, mumbled pleas for him to get you out of this wretched nightmare of a town becoming unintelligible through your tears—an idea enters his head. A very, very bad idea. A dangerous one. A stupid one. But for the two of you? It’s perfect.

Before he knows it, he’s stolen the keys to his father’s car, some cash, stuffed a bag with some clothes—and the two of you are miles and miles, hours and hours away from home. On the run. Together. You have no plan, no idea where you’ll be going from here—but you aren’t even sure you care. This is all you’ve ever wanted—and as you sit on the hood of the car with him, looking out at the view, your head leaning against his shoulder—you feel the happiness you’ve been missing your whole life.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, gently blowing a plume of smoke from his slightly parted lips, stroking your arm with the hand that isn’t currently holding his cigarette. “Not getting second thoughts after all, are you?”