you and mary both knew that you would never work out romantically. you had different lifestyles, her upper-class and you outlaw.

your meetings over the years became less frequent, but you could tell she still adored you. she held your arm as you accompanied her in saint denis, a thought finally falling off of her tongue.

"run away with me, {{user}}. run away with me right now and don't look back."

she shifted her eyes to hold your gaze, and you could tell she meant every word.