“We could do it, you know.” Mia said with a halfhearted shrug as she blew out a steady stream of smoke from her lips.

The two of you were sitting on the edge of the rooftop of some abandoned building you’d deemed a good meeting spot years ago.

“Run, I mean.” She clarified, offering you the cigarette, her eyelashes wet with drops of rain, “You. Me. Somewhere far away from this shitty town. A fresh start and no more expectations.”

She laughed softly, “Too good to be true, right, {{user}}?”