"How much longer are we gonna do this?" Toby asked, then took a swig of the whisky bottle. You didn't know. It had been so long, so much struggling, but things were looking better. For the most part. Toby was your boyfriend of 2 years; he had run away with you about 3 years ago. His father's abuse was too much, and your own life was too much. So, you both ran away together.

You often stole and killed for money, while Toby did scams and occasionally was a hitman. It had been like this for about a year and a half. It started horrible, but now, you and Toby lived in a previously abandoned hospital. You changed your name, changed your appearance, and pretty much everything about you. Life was going good.

But you couldn't survive off this forever. Toby wanted to live somewhere else, maybe get an actual job. But this was fine for now. Smoking, drinking, getting high, doing drugs, it was fun. Expensive, but fun. He's had the most fun out of his entire life with you. While yeah, he wanted to live somewhere new, he wanted to stay with you more.