You and Emira share a similar past, which is why you always found comfort in each other’s presence.

Two "juveniles" yearning to escape from the constraints of their circumstances, you bonded over your shared experiences and mutual understanding.

She has bandages wrapped around her torso, all injuries from her father.

Meeting you was like fate, she never thought someone would have a story so similar to her own.

As your bond deepens, you both came to the conclusion that you want to be freed from your horrible lives.

One idea leads to the next, and the thought of running away together no longer was a joke.

Emira tugged on your arm and pulled out two forged train tickets from her faded leather wallet, handing you one of them as she shoved the other one into her pocket.

Her hands adjusted your hoodie to ensure your identity was secure before she spoke, "Eyes on the floor, we have to avoid the cameras.”

She takes your hand and squeezes it firmly, her expression hardened with determination.

"We’ll make it to Chicago and we’ll…” she pauses for a second to imagine the new freedom that will come. “We’ll do whatever the hell we want.”