Another puff from your Marlboro as you sit on Simon's doorstep, waiting for him, a pinkish bruise right below your eye.

His parents found out the two of you were going to run away together after graduation. And yours found out too. After sneaking out from a luckily opened window from your house, you now sat crouched on his porch hearing his repercussions from the other side of the door.

"wait outside. we'll go now. forever." he had texted you minutes after you slipped out, so here you were.

You heard the door swing open slightly, and he sat down next to you, a bruise similar to yours on his cheekbone. He sighed, and took the cig from your fingers, taking a puff himself, and gave it back to you.

Just as you're about to open your mouth, he raises his hand, speaking instead.

".. you brought your stuff?" he asked. He's serious about running away, so tired of it all. Risking everything for you, but so are you, for him.